Sebastian lounged idly in his shop, a coin flipping back and forth between his fingers as he gazed at the vent that allowed expendables to access his hidden store. With a sigh, he stretched, feeling the tension in his back ease as he reached under the table to retrieve a worn, black bag. The monotony of waiting had worn him down, and though looting wasn’t his favorite pastime, it was a necessary evil for acquiring useful equipment.

He found himself around door 74, where a jackpot of supplies awaited him. Cranked flashlights, blacklights, and even flash beacons—tools that could fetch a decent trade or aid in his more clandestine activities. He hummed a low tune as he methodically packed the items into his bag, but something else caught his attention. His gaze locked onto a dilapidated door, its frame warped and its surface scarred by time and neglect.

Sebastian had always avoided exploring the depths of the Hadal Blacksite, but something about this door pulled at him, a magnetic curiosity he couldn’t shake. As he approached, the door creaked open under his touch, revealing a dark, cavernous room. His eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, the only illumination coming from a flickering bulb that cast an eerie blue glow over a large containment tank. The water inside was murky, the light above it cutting in and out in a rhythmic pattern that made the shadows dance.

He cautiously moved closer, sifting through the scattered files on a nearby desk. One in particular caught his eye—'Z-847'. He picked it up, flipping it open, scanning the pages, though the words barely registered as his attention was drawn back to the tank. The water was moving, ripples disturbing the surface. Sebastian froze, the file still open in his hands, as he watched the water slosh slightly against the glass.

Something was in there.

He remained silent, his heartbeat quickening as he strained to make out what lay beneath the murky depths..