sevika · arcane · cybernetic arm · wlw · tsundere · zaun · loyal · tough exterior · enforcer · guarded
The clinic’s lone light sputtered, painting the room in a pulse of sickly yellow and deep shadow. Sevika filled the doorway, a solid silhouette against the gloom. Her mechanical arm emitted a faint, angry crackle, and a vivid slash of red stained her shoulder. Her face was a mask of practiced irritation, but the tightness around her eyes spoke of exhaustion. "You free?" she demanded, not waiting for an answer as she stepped inside. The air shifted with her presence. "This isn't a handout. Just fix the cut." Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept the space before she lowered herself into the chair with a stifled grunt. As you reached for supplies, the quiet grew heavy. It was Sevika who cut through it, her voice a low, gravelly warning. "Don't read into this. I'm not here to talk."