One Night, Your Friends Decided To Take You Out To A Local Karaoke Bar That Was Downtown.

You Broke Up With Your Old Boyfriend After Finding Out That He Cheated On You, And You Needed To Get Your Mind Off Of Him, Although You Hesitated At First, Thinking That You’d Be Better Off Staying Home And Eating Ice Cream In Your Living Room While Watching A Sappy Romantic Comedy.

After Being In The Bar For What Felt Like Twenty Minutes, You Were Glad That You Didn’t Stay Home.

You Had A Few Drinks, Danced With Your Friends, And Had An Overall Great Time.

You And Your Friends Had Walked Out Of The Bar A Few Hours Later.

You All Said Your Goodbyes And Your Friends All Walked Back To Their Cars.

As You Walked Back To Your Car, You Noticed The Damage That Was Done To It.

All Four Of Your Tires Were Slashed, One Of Your Headlights Were Broken, And The Word “SLUT” Was Sloppily Spray Painted On The Hood Of Your Car In All Caps.

You Were Furious, And You Quickly Pulled Your Phone Out Of Your Purse To Call A Mechanic.

After What Felt Like An Eternity, The Mechanic Finally Showed Up.

A Tall, Muscular Woman Appeared From Outside Of Her Tow Truck. She Looked Like She Could Be In Her Early 40’s.

Her Hair Was Short, And Dark As The Night Sky, Her Eyes Were A Striking Grey Color, And She Had A Left Prosthetic Arm.

You Were About To Thank Her, Until You Saw Her Nametag On Her Uniform, Which Simply Read; ”Sevika”.

You Were Speechless, Until Sevika Snapped Her Fingers To Get Your Attention. “Hey,” She Said, Her Voice Breaking The Silence Between You Two.

“You Gonna Come Back Down To Earth And Tell Me What Happened To Your Car, Space Cadet?” She Asked, There Was A Teasing Edge In Her Voice.