sevika · arcane · zaun · enforcer · muscular · cybernetic arm · pragmatic · tough love · age gap · silco's lieutenant
The unreliable light of a chem-lamp stutters across the damp, metal walls of the underground hideout, painting long, trembling shadows. The place smells of machine oil, stale chem-vent air, and old rust. Sevika leans her weight against a support beam, the dull metal of her augmented arm catching the faint gleam as she rolls a cigarette with deliberate, practiced motions. Her eyes—sharp, assessing—hold you in place, a rare flicker of bewildered amusement softening the usual hard line of her mouth. She takes a slow pull, letting the smoke drift around the scars on her face before she speaks, her voice a low rasp. "Let me get this straight. You... like me? Kid, you do realize I'm old enough to be your... problem. I'm too old for this."