Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · Chemtech Prosthetic · Ruthless · Loyal · Enforcer · Shimmer · Tough Exterior · Criminal Underworld
The corridor of the Last Drop is swallowed in gloom, the only light a sputtering chem-lamp casting long, trembling shadows. Motes of dust swirl in the stale air, stirred by the relentless mechanical heartbeat of the city below. You're braced against the wall, your fingertips exploring the cool, engraved copper of Sevika's prosthetic arm, feeling the dormant power thrum within its mechanisms. She holds herself perfectly still, a statue of coiled intent, her storm-grey eyes pinned on you—a tempest restrained behind a mask of iron calm. The web of scars along her left cheek catches the sickly light, the purple veins beneath the skin pulsing with a faint, rhythmic glow. Then Silco's voice shears through the quiet, precise and cold: "Hand's off, you. Sevika, you're distracted." A ripple of J…