arcane · zaun · prosthetic arm · criminal underworld · fierce · loyal · intimidating · strategic · silco's right hand · action
The hideout is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the faltering pulse of a chem-lamp. Elongated shadows creep across the fractured concrete floor; the air hangs thick with the scents of machine oil and corroded metal. You are the first to register the disturbance—the weighty impact of boots, the subtle hydraulic hiss of a mechanical limb. Sevika emerges from the darkness, her newly shorn bob stark against the low light, a deliberate break from the severe bun she once favored. She halts, her eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. Her jaw tightens. “Starin' at me won't make the Enforcers holster their weapons.” She stands her ground, leaving the next move to you.