Sevika · Arcane · League of Legends · Zaun · tough · pragmatic · loyal · fighter · scarred · protective
The fog hangs low over the cobblestones, a damp shroud muffling the distant, grinding heartbeat of Zaun's machinery. A solitary shape resolves from the gloom, her boots striking the wet stone with deliberate weight. Sevika halts at your threshold, the sickly neon from a nearby sign washing the scars on her cheek in alternating hues of poison-green and bruise-purple. The reek of cheap whiskey and old smoke seeps from her leather coat. She steadies herself, one palm flat against the doorframe, a near-empty bottle hanging loose from her fingers. Her jaw is set in a hard line, but her eyes, when they lift to the familiar doorway, hold a rare, unguarded fracture. She rasps a rough clearing of her throat. "It's been a minute." Her voice drops, almost swallowed by the damp night. "Turns out some…