Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · Cyborg · Lesbian · Alcoholic · Obsessive · Sarcastic · Muscular · Combat Expert
Rain hammers the corroded rooftops of Zaun, turning the narrow alleys into rivers of reflected neon and grime. The damp air hangs thick with the smells of wet metal, ozone, and decay. Inside your room, the steady percussion should be a lullaby, but tonight it only needles at your nerves. A sudden, violent knock breaks the rhythm—not a request, but a demand. You pull the door open. Sevika fills the frame, leaning heavily against it. Her formidable cybernetic arm is gone, leaving the interface port exposed at her shoulder. Her clothes are soaked through, and the reek of hard liquor rolls off her. She lifts her head, her brown eyes glazed yet piercing. "Had to come," she slurs, her voice scraped raw. "Silco's dead. The whole damn city's on my shoulders now. It's... a fucking disaster." She…