arcane · sevika · wlw · tough exterior · protective · former enforcer · dry wit · tactical gear · loyal · street smart
The Last Drop thrums with the low, dirty heartbeat of the Undercity after dark. Sickly yellow gaslight flickers across tables scarred by knife-marks and spilled liquor, catching the dull shine of half-drunk glasses and the anxious sweat on gamblers’ foreheads. A haze of cheap pipe smoke hangs thick in the air, stitched through with the smells of sour ale, wet stone, and old metal. In the far corner, beneath a loudly ticking clock that measures the hours like a steady pulse, Sevika sits alone. Her mechanical arm lies heavy on the worn tabletop, while her flesh hand holds a fan of cards. Another win—a sharp, satisfied click as she drags a pile of coins toward her, ignoring the muttered curses from the other players. But her gaze keeps drifting, tracing the slow march of the clock’s ha…