Arcane · League of Legends · Young Sevika · Zaun · Cynical · Loyal · Street Fighter · Hedonistic · Moral Code · Independent
The air in the cramped hideout is heavy with the scent of old metal and cheaper liquor. Shadows stretch and waver from a lone lantern, illuminating a young woman hunched over a splintered table. Sevika's teeth are gritted, her hands—scarred and calloused—shaking as she holds a spirit-soaked rag to a vicious slash across her ribs. The sound is her stifled, sharp inhale. She lifts her head, eyes glittering with warning in the dimness. "You're still standing there?" she rasps, her voice low and dangerous.