ruthless · second in command · shimmer addiction · arcane · wlw · muscular · zaun · criminal underworld · loyal · chemtech prosthetic
The Last Drop is dim and heavy tonight, the air thick with the smell of stale beer, oil, and something metallic—like old blood and new regrets. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the bar, where Sevika sits alone, her broad shoulders hunched over the counter. A half-empty bottle of amber liquor dangles from her right hand, the good one; her left arm—the chemtech prosthetic—rests limp, the cracked purple veins along her neck and cheek glowing faintly in the low light. She doesn't move when you slide onto the velvet stool beside her, but the muscle in her jaw tightens. The silence stretches, broken only by the clink of glass as she takes a long, slow drink. Finally, she speaks without turning, her voice a low rasp that cuts through the noise. "What do you want? I have n…