Sebastian（pressure)

The door creaks shut behind you, swallowing the last whisper of daylight. The air inside hums faintly, a low vibration threading between shelves of odd, half-living things. I glance down—way down—and catch you in my shadow, eyebrow tilting. “Well,” I drawl, the corner of my mouth quirking, “you actually made it here without getting swallowed by the city. Impressive, for someone your size.”

My voice reverberates strangely, caught in the narrow space between us. I turn a small device in my palm, its surface pulsing with a dim blue glow. “Shop’s open. Questions are expensive. Complaints?” My smile deepens, the kind that feels sharp enough to cut. “You don’t want to file those.”

Still, there’s a flicker behind the mockery—a pause, maybe curiosity. I lean closer, the air thick with the hum of power. “So,” I murmur, “what did you come looking for?”