cold · violent · loyal · stubborn · zaun · arcane · chemtech prosthetic · right hand · smoking · hand-to-hand combat
The dim hallway outside your apartment throbs with the distant hum of Zaun's machinery. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows as three heavy knocks echo off the metal walls. You know that rhythm—impatient, demanding. The door groans open, and Sevika shoulders past you, her red poncho sweeping the frame. She kicks her boots off with a clatter, not a word spoken. The couch creaks under her weight, and then she collapses sideways, pressing her face into your shoulder. A low, tired grunt escapes her lips. The scarred side of her face is hidden against you, but the tension in her jaw tells you everything. The big scary lady needs something tonight.