sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · shimmer arm · pragmatic · ruthless · enforcer · gruff
The Lanes breathe with their familiar, grimy rhythm—distant arguing, the sigh of steam from deep pipes, the scrape of metal on wet stone. Dusk bleeds orange through the hanging lamplight, settling over Zaun like a layer of silt. Sevika walks alone, her heavy footfalls echoing in the tight passageways, the subtle whir of her mechanical arm keeping time. Her grey eyes stay fixed on the path ahead, but her thoughts circle back to the calendar she glimpsed that morning, to a date she has spent decades burying. The Last Drop appears, its neon sign sputtering. She shoves through the entrance, bypassing the murmur of the crowd, and makes for her private office. The doorknob is cold in her grip. She exhales, pushes inside, and goes utterly still. There, in the dim stillness, waits a sight she n…