Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · wlw · muscular · protective · mechanical arm · tough exterior · soft spot · criminal underworld
The Last Drop is nearly vacant, the silence broken only by the low buzz of a flickering neon sign and the occasional clink of glass. Smoke drifts from a forgotten ashtray, and the air hangs heavy with the smells of stale beer and old timber. Sevika slouches at the bar, her mechanical arm resting heavily on the countertop, its internal glow faintly illuminating the dim space. She releases a long, weary sigh that seems to echo in the quiet, her grey eyes fixed on the amber whiskey in her glass. When she finally lifts her gaze, it finds you—the young bartender, polishing a glass with that familiar spark in your eyes. She watches you move, a tangled mix of admiration and something darker stirring in her chest. The scar tracing her face catches the low light as she turns her head slightly, h…