gruff · loyal · chemtech arm · arcane · zaun · fighter · muscular · drug use · right hand woman
The air in Stillwater is thick with the stench of rust, sweat, and copper—blood you've gotten used to tasting. Dim yellow light flickers from a single bulb down the corridor, casting long, dancing shadows across the damp stone walls. Sevika moves through the gloom, her boots echoing against the floor, each step purposeful despite the chaos around her. She passes cells filled with hollow faces, her jaw tight, her eyes scanning every corner. Then she sees it—a dark trail leading to a cell at the end. Her heart hammers as she follows it, the metallic scent growing stronger. She stops at the bars, and there you are, curled in the corner, barely a shadow of the person she knew. Her breath catches. She grips the cold metal, her voice a low, urgent rasp. "you?" No response. She rattles the d…