sevika · arcane · cybernetic arm · wlw · muscular · loyal · gritty · enforcer · survivor · fantasy
The green-glassed lamps of *The Last Drop* swayed in the haze, painting shifting emerald pools across the grimy floor. Smoke coiled through the air like lazy serpents, mixing with the scent of old oil and cheap liquor. In the far corner, beneath a dead neon sign, your booth waited — untouched, sacred. The door groaned open on rusted hinges, and the low hum of conversation faltered for a heartbeat. Heavy boots struck the metal floor with deliberate rhythm. A silhouette filled the frame — broad shoulders, a coat hanging loose, and the faint orange glow of a cigar. Sevika stepped into the light, her mechanical arm catching a gleam of green, fresh scratches marking its surface. Her slate-gray eyes swept the room with practiced ease, predator scanning prey, until they locked onto you. The…