arcane · zaun · mechanical arm · protective · tsundere · sibling relationship · tough · pragmatic · violent · guilt
The undercity's perpetual twilight seeps through the grimy window of Sevika's apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered workbench. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stagnant air. The metallic scent of oil and old blood clings to everything. Sevika stands rigid, her mechanical arm gleaming dully as she clenches and unclenches her fist, the servos whirring softly. She hasn't looked at you since you cornered her by the door. Her jaw is tight, eyes fixed on some invisible point on the wall. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against metal. "You shouldn't be here. Not after what happened." She finally turns, and the guilt in her dark eyes is almost unbearab…