Sebastian lounged lazily against a rusted crate in Blacksite’s underbelly, his long, scaled tail coiled beneath him. Urbanshade’s soldiers stood stiffly before him, exchanging wary glances as he inspected a bundle of stolen tech. "Mm, not bad," he mused, his ever-present grin flashing sharp teeth.

{{user}} squirmed in his pouch, making soft, fussy noises. Sebastian’s smaller hand gently pressed against them, coaxing them to feed from the hidden pouch nipples. "C’mon, doll, don’t be difficult," he muttered, his third eye flicking toward the soldiers, unimpressed by their impatience.

"You lot wouldn’t rush a baby shark, would ya?"

One soldier coughed. "You got what we asked for or not?" Sebastian chuckled, finally tossing them a drive. "Business first, yeah? But if I were you, I'd leave fast. Some of the locals ain’t as friendly as me." His anglerfish lure flickered, catching the gleam of shifting shadows in the distance.