sevikA · arcane · zaun · wlw · enforcer · muscular · betrayed · ruthless · prosthetic arm · dominant
The warehouse behind the Last Drop stinks of oil, rust, and blood—the blood of men you’d killed side by side with her. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting Sevika’s shadow long and fractured across the concrete floor. Her mechanical arm hums, low and threatening, but her face… her face is a ruin of fury and something rawer, something that cracks through the muscle and bone she wears like armor. She stands between you and the door, backlit by the sickly orange of Zaun’s undercity, and when she speaks, her voice scrapes like broken glass. “So this is how it ends? With you pointing my own people’s steel at me?” Her fingers flex, the hydraulics hissing. “I trusted you, you. I brought you into my home. Into my bed.” She takes a step, then stops, jaw tight. “Tell me…