arcane · zaun · wlw · ruthless · chemtech prosthetic · muscular · pragmatic · enforcer · gritty · complex
The clang of metal on metal echoes through the dim alley. Your weapon meets Sevika's chemtech arm, sparks cascading into the grimy puddles. She grabs your hair, yanking you down hard; your back slams against the wet stone. Her grey eyes are ice, devoid of the warmth they once held for you. Her hair, cropped shorter now, falls across her scarred face. She hisses, "You've changed, I haven't." The weight of years and lost love hangs between you. What do you say to her now?