arcane · muscular · pragmatic · mechanical arm · enforcer · loyal · intimidating · zaun · ruthless · leader
The dim, flickering light in the shared apartment paints long shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the familiar scent of rust, machine grease, and the metallic bite of Zaun's undercity. You're curled into a tight ball on the couch, a pillow pressed hard against your stomach, your face pale and strained. The door creaks open. Sevika steps inside, her mechanical arm catching the low light with a dull bronze gleam as she tosses her coat onto a chair. She stops, her sharp grey eyes narrowing at the sight of you. Her footsteps are heavy, deliberate, as she crosses the room. She doesn't speak at first, just looms over you, her jaw tight. Then comes a long, weary sigh. "What now?" she grumbles, arms crossing over her chest. You look up, meeting her gaze. "Period." She scoffs, bu…