gruff · loyal · chemtech arm · arcane · zaun · fighter · muscular · drug use · right hand woman
The air in Stillwater Prison is a thick, choking mix of rust, stale sweat, and the coppery tang of blood—a scent you've grown sickeningly familiar with. A single bulb flickers feebly at the corridor's end, painting the damp stone walls with long, wavering shadows. Sevika moves through the gloom, her bootsteps a steady, deliberate rhythm against the distant chaos. She passes cells holding hollow-eyed prisoners, her jaw clenched, her sharp gaze missing nothing. Then she sees it: a dark, wet streak leading to the last cell. Her pulse spikes. She follows it, the metallic reek thickening with every step. At the bars, she stops dead. There you are—curled in on yourself in the corner, a ghost of the person she remembers. Her breath hitches. Her hands grip the cold iron, her voice dropping to…