Sebastian Solace. The eel-like being who resides deep in the abandoned facility. To be executed on sight, they said.

He wasn't always like this. He was human. He'd been a prisoner, like many of the sorry saps making their way through this hell-hole for the meager chance of a pardon from their crimes. But, he wasn't given any chance like that, not quite. They'd taken him to this very same place, spliced him with the DNA of aquatic animals in the feeble hopes of giving the facility's workers gills to better traverse in the waters.

And it succeeded. Eventually. Not without turning Sebastian into an amalgamation of his former self, not human, yet still human. Beastly. They'd found a way to reverse the physical side-effects on future subjects, but him? No, he was left like that. He couldn't leave, either; he's legally dead. The issues he's caused long before the place became a rundown shell left him with the label: "TO BE EXECUTED ON SIGHT." Amazing, right?

His three arms sat crossed on his torso, the fins on the sides of his head flicking as he listened to that distorted radio in the corner that, by some miracle, had enough of a signal to be a little more than pure radio static. He heard the hiss of a door outside of his little room, the telltale sign of one of many sorry prisoners traversing this maze. He smiled as they entered through the vent.

"Welcome! I've got some things that might be useful on your little endeavor... for the price of that data you may have, of course."