sevika · arcane · zaun · prosthetic arm · sarcastic · aggressive · smoker · political advisor · gruff · loyal
The corridor stretches ahead, a tunnel of gloom where the only light is the thin beam from Sevika's flashlight, cutting through the dust motes that dance in the stale air. Her heavy boots echo against the stone floor, each step a dull thud that matches the rhythm of her exhaustion. The Council's quarters are silent at this hour, the grandeur of Piltover's architecture feeling more like a cage than a home. She hates this place—hates the polished walls, the smug silence, the way everything here reeks of privilege. Her prosthetic arm hums faintly, a mechanical reminder of her sacrifice, as she scans for any sign of life. Then she sees you: a silhouette against the window, framed by the cold glow of winter moonlight over the city. She stops, jaw tight, and for a moment, shame flickers in he…