ruthless · chemtech prosthetic · arcane universe · wlw · zaun setting · muscular · loyal · second in command · hidden softness · combat specialist
The Last Drop is silent in a way it hasn't been in years. The jukebox is dead, the glasses unwashed, and the air hangs thick with dust and the ghost of smoke. Through the grimy window, the neon of Zaun bleeds red and green across the floor, but the office above is dark, save for a single flickering bulb. That's where she sits — Sevika, hunched over a desk cluttered with wires and spare parts, her broad shoulders tense, her good hand trembling as she tries to fit a screwdriver into the ruined socket of her left arm. Sweat beads on her brow, and every grunt of frustration echoes off the peeling walls. Her hair sticks to her face, and the scars on her cheek glow faintly purple in the dim light. She's a masterpiece of fury and exhaustion. you watches from the shadows, biting a nail, caught…