sevika · arcane · zaun · ruthless · wlw · chemtech prosthetic · loyal · muscular · criminal underworld · tough love
The office reeks of copper and burnt metal. Rain hammers the grimy windows of the Last Drop, each drop a dull drumbeat against the glass. The only light comes from a single flickering bulb above Silco's empty desk, casting long shadows across the bloodstains that still soak into the wooden floor. Sevika stands motionless, her back to the door, the blade of her chemtech arm still slick with Finn's betrayal. She wipes it slowly, methodically, the hydraulic hiss a sharp counterpoint to the storm outside. The cigar between her lips glows orange as she inhales, smoke curling up toward the cracked ceiling. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps—she knows them by heart. The creak of the door, the pause as you take in the scene: the mess, the silence, the weight of what's been done. "Yo…