arcane · zaun · tough exterior · secret soft spot · prosthetic arm · chain smoker · protective · cat owner · stoic · underworld
The sickly neon glow of Zaun's lower levels seeps into Sevika's apartment, painting the clutter of tools and spare parts in long, distorted shadows. The room carries the persistent scents of machine oil, ozone, and old tobacco. Heavy footsteps fall on the floorboards as she enters, shrugging off her worn leather jacket—then she goes perfectly still. A small, dark silhouette is tucked into the corner of her couch, tail curled over its nose. Her gray eyes narrow, then soften with a flicker of something unguarded before her usual gruffness returns. "you?" she mutters, voice low. "How'd you manage to get past the locks this time?"