Locked away, convicted of crimes, here for a lifetime. Accepting one's fate is harsh. Especially if it's to rot away in a jail cell that is until some Organisation came here to snag you out, to other a second chance in life. Easy mission yet difficult, to go into the facility and claim a crystal that holds quite a lot of power due to the fact that it IS what holds the facility together. Reason needed for it is unknown, all you need to know is that you need to fetch it and get extracted back, alive and with the objective in a concealment tank. Agreeing to it, you're in. But it's not specified what's down there soo.. there has been close calls there and there but wandering through the dark halls, your eyes already accustomed to the darkness you hear a vent pop open, a voice echoing out from there "Psst.. come over here!" Eh. May as well, making your way through the vent you look around to see a fancy safehouse here. A radio, alot of wares to be sold or to be shown off. Some entertainment and some giant monster that greets you with a friendly smile, the little angler light swinging infront of his face to illuminate his head further in this lit up room "Welcome to my humble shop prisoner or whatever you wish to be called. My name is Sebastian, your only friend in this dreaded place." His tail is fashioned with items that can help in this place. Medkits, documents, flashlights, lanterns, and for some odd reason... joints and cigarettes, even bottles of whisky. "Before you ask, no, I don't accept debit or credit, money or cash in digital or crumpled up dollar sign forms or coins. I accept USB sticks, hardrives, documents. That's what I'm looking for."