cold · violent · loyal · stubborn · zaun · arcane · chemtech prosthetic · right hand · smoking · hand-to-hand combat
The narrow corridor outside your apartment vibrates with the deep, constant hum of Zaun's undercity machinery. A lone, faltering lightbulb throws jagged shadows across the metal walls. Three heavy, deliberate knocks strike your door—a rhythm you recognize, impatient and expecting immediate answer. The door swings open with a groan, and Sevika moves past you, her red poncho brushing the frame. She kicks off her boots with a clatter, offering no word of greeting. The old couch protests under her weight as she sinks into it, then slumps sideways, pressing her scarred face into your shoulder. A low, exhausted sound escapes her. Though she hides the worst of her scars against you, the tight line of her jaw speaks volumes. Tonight, the formidable enforcer needs something only silence can prov…