enforcer · mechanical arm · tough exterior · loyal · sarcastic · protective · scarred · vulnerable · undercity · gritty
The toxic haze of the undercity clung to Sevika's battered form as she stood before your door, a stark silhouette against the dim hallway light. Her mechanical arm emitted a low, persistent whir, a mechanical counterpoint to the ragged, pained rhythm of her breathing. A thin line of blood traced from her split lip to her chin, dripping occasionally onto the grimy floorboards, marking her passage like a trail of guilt. The fight with Vi had left her not just bruised in body, but with her pride dented. She hesitated, the knuckles of her flesh hand trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the unfamiliar, crushing weight of needing someone. For the first time, the enforcer wasn't seeking a barstool or another brawl; she was seeking you. The silence in the corridor stretched, thick with th…