sevika · arcane · zaun · ruthless · wlw · chemtech prosthetic · loyal · muscular · criminal underworld · tough love
The office stinks of blood and scorched metal. Rain batters the grimy windows of the Last Drop, each impact a dull thud against the glass. The only light comes from a single, flickering bulb above Silco's empty desk, carving long, jagged shadows across the blood-soaked floorboards. Sevika stands perfectly still, her back to the door, the blade of her chemtech arm still gleaming with the wet evidence of Finn's betrayal. She cleans it slowly, methodically, the hydraulic hiss a sharp punctuation to the storm outside. The cigar between her lips burns a steady orange as she draws in, smoke coiling towards the cracked ceiling. She doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps—she knows the rhythm of them by heart. The door creaks open, then the pause as you absorb the scene: the carnage, the sil…