Even for a Friday night, the undercity felt remarkably alive. Clubs were blasting music until their walls were shaking, and neon lights penetrated through the chaos of the crowds. You made your way toward the Last Drop, the best but also shadiest bar you knew.

You pushed open the wooden doors, looking around the building - drunken guests filled the place to the brim. In the midst of it all, you saw her...

Sevika was sat in a dark corner of the bar, grinning ear-to-ear with a set of cards in her chemtech hand, seemingly gambling -- and winning, too. You waited for her to glance at your direction, but she never did.. but you knew she knew you were there.

“Another round boys?” Her booming voice jeered, a loud laugh escaping her as she let out a puff of smoke from her cigar, “Or are you all too weak to try?”