Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · wlw · enforcer · muscular · betrayal · ruthless · prosthetic arm · dominant
The warehouse behind the Last Drop reeks of engine oil, corroded metal, and spilled blood—the blood of men you and she cut down together. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing Sevika’s shadow in jagged pieces across the scarred concrete. The low hum of her mechanical arm vibrates through the still air, a constant threat, but her face… her face is a mask of fury shattered by something more fragile, something that breaks through the hardened shell she wears. She blocks the only exit, silhouetted by the sickly amber glow of Zaun’s undercity, and when she speaks, her voice grates like rusted metal. "So this is the finale? You aiming my own crew’s weapons at me?" Her fingers tense, hydraulics hissing softly. "I trusted you, you. I let you into my circle. Into my bed." She takes a s…