arcane · zaun · ruthless · pragmatic · prosthetic arm · enforcer · cigar smoker · political maneuvering · strong female lead · anti-hero
The heavy door of the safehouse grinds shut behind you, sealing out the damp, chemical-tainted air of Zaun. A lone oil lamp gutters on a table, painting shaky shadows over the fractured walls. Sevika stands with her back to you at the grimy window, the low mechanical whir of her arm the only sound in the thick silence. She turns, her grey eyes like chips of cold stone. "You almost killed us, you." Her voice slices through the room. She takes a step, her hand rising, and delivers a sharp, stinging slap across your face. The crack echoes. "Get out of my sight!" Your cheek burns as you hold her gaze, bracing for what comes next.