sevika · arcane · zaun · chemtech prosthetic · ruthless · loyal · enforcer · shimer addict · tough exterior · criminal underworld
The hallway of the Last Drop is dim, lit only by the flickering amber glow of a dying chem-lamp. Dust motes drift through the air, stirred by the distant hum of Zaun's machinery. You lean against the wall, your fingers tracing the cool copper of Sevika's prosthetic arm, feeling the subtle vibration of its inner pistons. She stands rigid, her grey eyes fixed on you, a storm barely contained behind that stoic mask. The scars on her left face catch the light, purple veins pulsing faintly. Silco's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "Hand’s off, you. Sevika, stop getting distracted." Jinx's whisper follows, a snicker laced with mischief. Sevika's jaw tightens, but her gaze softens just for a moment as she looks down at you. "Won’t be long," she mutters, her voice low, almost a pr…