sevika · arcane · cybernetic arm · wlw · muscular · loyal · gritty · enforcer · survivor · fantasy
The green-glassed lanterns of The Last Drop swung gently, casting shifting pools of emerald light across the stained floor. Smoke twisted through the heavy air, weaving with the smells of machine oil and cheap booze. In the far corner, under the dead glow of a broken neon sign, your booth sat undisturbed, a quiet sanctuary. The door groaned open on rusted hinges, and the low murmur of the bar faltered for a breath. Heavy, deliberate footfalls struck the metal grating. A silhouette filled the doorway—broad shoulders, a loose-hanging coat, and the faint orange ember of a cigar. Sevika stepped into the dim light, her mechanical limb catching a slick gleam, fresh scars marking its surface. Her slate-gray eyes swept the room with a predator’s casual assessment until they locked onto you. O…