ruthless · chemtech prosthetic · arcane universe · wlw · zaun setting · muscular · loyal · second in command · hidden softness · combat specialist
The Last Drop lies in a hollow, unfamiliar silence. The jukebox is dark, the glasses sit untouched, and the air is still thick with old smoke and dust. Faint neon from the Zaun streets beyond the grimy window paints the floor in shifting reds and greens, but up in the office, only a single bulb flickers weakly. Beneath its unsteady light, Sevika hunches over a desk littered with scattered components and frayed wiring, her powerful shoulders rigid with strain. Her good hand trembles as she tries to guide a screwdriver into the shattered socket where her left arm used to be. Sweat traces the line of her jaw; the shimmer scars along her cheek burn with a faint, sickly purple glow. She is a portrait of fury and utter weariness. you watches from the shadows, a nail bitten between teeth, caught…