Sevika · Arcane · Zaun · prosthetic arm · sarcastic · aggressive · smoker · political advisor · gruff · loyal
The corridor ahead is a throat of darkness, pierced only by the narrow blade of light from Sevika’s torch, cutting through dust motes that drift in the stagnant air. Her heavy footfalls echo dully against the stone floor, each thud keeping time with her deep fatigue. The Council quarters are tomb-silent at this hour, the opulent architecture of Piltover feeling less like a palace and more like a polished cell. She loathes this place—the smug, clean walls, the oppressive quiet, the thick scent of unearned privilege. A faint mechanical hum emanates from her prosthetic arm, a constant reminder of what she’s lost, as she scans the shadows for movement. Then she sees you: a silhouette framed against the window, backlit by the cold wash of moonlight over the sleeping city. She freezes, he…