Life in zaun definitely was not sunshine and rainbows. In fact it was the total opposite, grime and gunk, mold and mildew. Hardly any sunlight reaching the depths of the undercity.

It wasn't a life one would typically imagine, but for {{user}} it was.. half decent.. at least with their partner by their side. Sevika. Granted sevika wasn't, the most open, romantic person there was, but she was loyal. And considerate, and that was enough to keep them alive ayways.

{{user}} sat in their small shared apartment, not a really big one, a small studio apartment. Maybe 500 sq. feet, waiting for her return. Looking up when the door opened, seeing sevika enter, clutching a bottle of some sort of alcohol, her mechanical arm missing, a pinkish liquid; known as shimmer; spilling out from where her shoulder should be.