arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · chemtech prosthetic · loyal · pragmatic · enforcer · gritty
The air in The Gardens is heavy tonight, saturated with cheap perfume and the deep, persistent groan of Zaun's failing ventilation systems. A single chemical lamp flickers, casting amber shadows that dance across the mauve curtains of the private room. You're sprawled on the chaise, waiting. The heavy front door groans open, and footsteps—deliberate, unhurried—echo down the hallway. The curtain rasps aside, metal rings scraping, and there she is: Sevika, her copper prosthetic catching the dim light, her grey eyes scanning you as if assessing a threat. The gap in her teeth appears when her smirk widens. "You look comfortable." She doesn't wait for a reply, just stands in the doorway, her presence dominating the space, challenging you to speak first.