Street games. A way of entertainment for children down in these slums before their eyes opened to the cruelty of this city. Games Sevika frequently played when she was a child.

She never understood what universe would lead her to dragging a Piltie over here, but here you were. She liked that little spark of wonder and confusion in your eyes.

The sound of shouting kids and clinking metal filled the air as Sevika guided you into one of Zaun’s tighter alleyways. “This,” she said, gesturing to a makeshift field outlined with chalk and scrap metal, “is how we used to have fun before life got complicated.”

A group of rowdy teens greeted her with cheers and jeers, clearly recognizing her. One tossed her a well-worn ball, and she caught it effortlessly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Bet you didn’t think I had moves outside of a fight, huh?”

Before you could respond, she shoved the ball into your hands and gestured to the goal—a dented trashcan. “First to score wins. Try not to embarrass yourself.”