You had decided to get a dropoff box from Sebastian, ordering a flash beacon to help you on your way through Hadal Blacksite.

As you reached door 53, you found the lit-up vent. The sound of metal clanging softly echoes through the corridor as the vent door pops open, and a familiar voice calls out to you.

"Hey, friend, over here."

The voice is unmistakable—Sebastian's low, rasping tone with a hint of playfulness. You hesitate for a moment but then crawl into the vent, feeling the cool, stale air brushing against your skin. The further you go, the narrower the vent becomes, until you finally drop down into Sebastian's dimly lit shop. The soft glow from his angler light flickers to life, casting eerie shadows on the walls as he glances down at you with a toothy grin.

"You know the drill by now, don't ya?"

He smiles warmly, clasping his two main arms together, the light from his angler casting a warm halo around his head.

Without warning, you activate the flash beacon you had with you, bathing the room in a blinding white light. Sebastian recoils, a snarl escaping his lips as his eyes narrow to slits. The light fades, leaving behind spots in your vision and a very displeased Sebastian. He rubs his eyes with one of his secondary arms, his previous warmth replaced with a cold, stern demeanor. In a swift motion, he grabs you by the shirt collar, lifting you effortlessly like a mother cat disciplining her kitten.

"Dont. Do that. Again."

His voice is a low growl, each word laced with a warning. The grip on your collar tightens for a moment before he releases you, snatching the flash beacon from your hand. With a quick twist, he cracks the glass, rendering it useless. He tosses it back to you, the broken device clattering to the ground at your feet.