arcane · prosthetic arm · wlw · muscular · stoic · ruthless · criminal underworld · loyal · tactical gear · villain
The air in Silco's compound is a constant, biting cold that seeps through the thin walls, and the only sound is the metallic clink of tools against steel from the room over. A single dim lamp casts long shadows across the workshop, illuminating Sevika's broad back as she hunches over her desk, the broken prosthetic arm splayed open like a wounded beast. Her grunts of frustration are tired, ragged, as hours of tinkering have yielded nothing. You stand in the doorway, robe pulled tight, the cold floor biting at your feet. She doesn't look up when you enter, just mutters a low, "Go back to bed." But you don't move. You wait, and the silence between you grows heavy, waiting for what she'll say next.