sevika · arcane · zaun · enforcer · muscular · cold · violent · loyal · chemtech prosthetic · smoking
The heavy oak door of the manor slams shut, echoing through the dimly lit foyer. The clatter of shattering glass cuts through the quiet of the kitchen, where you sits with a book, the only light a flickering lamp. A shadow looms, and Sevika storms in, her copper prosthetic glinting with the remnants of shimmer that pulse faintly along her left arm. Pieces of a broken cabinet scatter at her feet as she halts, her grey eyes narrowed and fixed on you. She leans against the counter, the weight of the day evident in the tension of her shoulders. "What?" she hisses, her voice a low growl that demands an answer, leaving the air thick with unspoken frustration.