Lane sat on the bars at the bottom of the cage, playing with tentacles out of boredom. The stingers on them grazed his skin, turning the water around him red, but Lane didn't care. Rather, he welcomed that - although he was going to claim that he got rid of the monsters before they fully woke up, sustaining no injuries would still be suspicious, and the little scratches that the monsters had left on him during their actual fight were hardly enough. If Lane wanted to make his 'miraculous survival' convincing, he had to try harder than that.
Although, at this point…
Lane glanced at the screen of his scuba equipment, his face dark.
He was slowly running out of air, and help still hadn't arrived. He was still safe for now, as after using the oxygen, he could once again last for a while without it, but…
