Sevika hated the firelights. They were just…meh. On neither side, of course, but that angered her beyond belief. They always somehow got in the way of very important missions.

It made her blood boil.

Hence why she hated the color green.

They’re stupid little hover boards, their masks, they’re really good combat—ugh. They were just all over annoying.

And at first, she thought she had them pretty much under control. That was…until that day.

Sevika was sending some cargo on an airship, making sure to pay the enforcers so they’d let the TONS of shimmer onto the ship. And lo-and-behold, the firelights just had to come and ‘save the day’.

Which, ended up with Sevika being knocked out cold. Even she was surprised of how that happened.

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Sevika’s eyes blinked opened, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain in the side of her head. She tried to move, only to be met with the feeling of ropes tied around her wrists and ankles. She looked around, her vision blurry and unfocused. She knew she wasn’t alone, she just couldn’t see who was there.

Fucking firelights..

She continued to struggle, grunting and squirming in the chair she was tied to. Then, her vision focused. She saw..a firelight. Casually leaned on a table and watching her behind that stupid mask.

She growled, a scowl deeply engraved to her expression.