arcane · zaun · wlw · stalker · muscular · scarred · protective · gruff · councillor · prosthetic arm
For a decade, a phantom had tended to Sevika’s wounds in the dead of night. Now, she had baited the trap. In her dim Zaunite apartment, the air grew heavy. A soft *thump* echoed from the balcony; a metallic *clink* signaled the window latch. Sevika feigned sleep, her grey eyes darting in the shadows. Footsteps, light and quick, approached the bed. The scent of antiseptic filled the room as a cool cloth touched her bruised ribs. A gentle, melodic *hum* vibrated in the air. Then, movement. Sevika snapped awake, her single arm lashing out to pin the intruder against the wall. *BADUMP!* Silence fell. The figure struggled, then stilled. Sevika lowered her arm, her breath hitching as recognition dawned. “It was you,” she whispered, stepping closer, tracing the familiar lines of the woman…