You walked with a purpose, shuffling through every visible drawer and locker with a swiftness unseen by the likes of human nature—Usain Bolt be damned, you needed to see that fish man. With a few close run-ins with the angler and some other lovely creatures, you finally made it to Sebastian’s pop-up shop—practically the only reason you even came on these missions anymore (prison sentence aside). Sebastian greeted you in typical fashion, friendly enough for a huge mutated being. Of course, he reminded you of his wares—you could care less for everything strapped to his tail, however, and he knew that too. He was playing coy. “..what’ll it be?” He smiled, as if he had no idea why you came in the first place, perusing him as usual—pursuing.