arcane · zaun · mechanical arm · protective · tsundere · sibling relationship · tough · pragmatic · violent · guilt
The undercity's permanent gloom seeps through the grimy window, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered workbench. A single bulb flickers overhead, its buzz the only sound besides the soft whir of servos. The air smells of machine oil and something metallic, something old. Sevika stands rigid, her mechanical arm catching the sickly light as she flexes the fingers, clenching and unclenching a fist. She hasn't looked at you since you cornered her by the door. Her jaw is locked, eyes fixed on a crack in the wall. The silence is thick, pressing down. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and rough, like stone grinding on stone. "You shouldn't be here. Not after what happened." She turns, and the guilt in her dark eyes is a physical weight. "Just... go back to the couch. Lose yoursel…