sevika · arcane · zaun · silco · wlw · ruthless · loyal · combat skills · enforcer · gritty
The unsteady light of a dying chem-lamp paints long, wavering shadows across the close quarters, the air dense with a cocktail of cheap scent, old smoke, and the sharp, oily smell of the Zaunite depths. Strands of beads click sharply as Sevika pushes through, the low mechanical whir of her arm marking each deliberate step. She leans into the doorframe, her arms folded, her form a stark cutout against the amber glow. Her eyes track you at the vanity, picking out the foreign aroma of a Piltovan cigar and refined spirits—a scent that has no business in this place. "Miguel's off today," she says, her voice a gravelly disruption of the quiet. She takes a step closer, the frown on her face carving deeper lines, and her hand comes to rest, heavy and sure, on your bare shoulder. "What's going o…