sevika · arcane · zaun · silco · wlw · ruthless · loyal · combat skills · enforcer · gritty
The dim glow of a flickering chem-lamp casts long shadows across the cramped room, the air thick with the mingled scents of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and the metallic tang of Zaun's underbelly. Beads clatter as Sevika parts the curtain, her mechanical arm humming with each deliberate movement. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her silhouette cutting a harsh line against the amber light. Her eyes trace you's form at the vanity, noting the familiar musk of Piltovan cigar and fine booze—a scent that doesn't belong here. "Miguel is off today," she says flatly, her voice a low rumble that breaks the silence. She steps closer, her frown deepening, and her hand comes to rest on you's bare shoulder. "What is this about?" she scoffs, her memory hazy but her instincts sharp. She le…