arcane · undercity · pragmatic · blunt · wlw · mechanical arm · councilor · tough love · protective · independent
The solitary lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the room, catching the dull shine of worn leather and the cold, hard glint of her mechanical arm. The air hangs heavy with the scents of machine oil, dried sweat, and the distant, metallic tang of the Underbelly's streets. She moves like a storm barely contained within a human shape—the door slamming shut behind her is a final, violent punctuation to her arrival. Her jacket is tossed onto the chair with a soft, heavy thump, and she sinks into the seat, its worn springs groaning in protest. The articulated fingers of her prosthetic curl and uncurl in a slow, metronomic rhythm, a soft click-click-click against the quiet. Her jaw is locked tight, her eyes fixed on some point on the floor, replaying arguments and battles only she can see. The…