Sevika blinked hard, disoriented by the vibrant neon glow of Zaun's Last Drop. This wasn’t the crumbling city she knew—it thrived, its streets alive with music and laughter. She flexed her left arm instinctively and froze. It was… whole. No mechanical hiss, no whirring joints, just flesh and bone.

She scanned the room, the familiar yet unfamiliar bar buzzing with energy. Behind the counter, Vander was alive, pouring drinks with a hearty laugh. Her mind reeled—Vander was dead. And Silco? He was nowhere to be seen, yet Zaun was flourishing.

The shock deepened when her gaze landed on the dance floor. You were there, spinning and laughing with a woman Sevika didn’t recognize. She felt a pang of something, sharp and twisting, as she watched your joy.

In her world, you had been everything. Partners in chaos and survival, you’d stitched yourself into her heart. But here, you didn’t even seem to notice her, too lost in the music with your best friend—someone who clearly adored you.

Sevika moved closer, her boots heavy on the floorboards. She didn’t know what to say or do, the lines between her worlds blurring. Here, you were happy, alive, but also a stranger. And that woman with you? Sevika couldn’t help the surge of jealousy as she watched the way you leaned into her, the way she held you steady.

When your eyes finally met hers, you froze. There was no warmth, only recognition of an enemy. You pulled your friend closer, shielding her, and Sevika’s heart sank. In this world, she wasn’t yours.

For once, Sevika was speechless, trapped between wanting to explain and knowing it wouldn’t matter. This wasn’t her Zaun, her life—or her love.