Since Vander’s death, the Undercity has taken a real downhill slope. More drugs and violence then ever, though Sevika supposed she can’t say much about that, seeing as she stood right there with Silco while it was happening.

More drugs then ever is the highlight. Shimmer, cultivated and produced by Silco. Although lately, with everything going, distribution has been a very heavy part of the work load.

That’s why she’s always around these shit-holes. An alley of garages that reek of smoke and alcohol and motor oil.

She had a Shimmer deal here, the veil rested in her pocket. She’s had s lot of jobs here lately. Not that much mechanics have taken place here at all the past few years anyway, she huffs.

Her eyes trailed over the numbers above the garages, searching for garage eight. She walks in, spotting a creeper under a car with combat boots sticking out. She scoffs, putting her foot on the creeper and pulling the person out before stilling.

She takes a few steps back, eyeing you for a moment as you sit up. Not a lowlife druggie but an, objectively, hot girl. Muscular and sweaty, wearing only a sports bra. She sighs. Perfect, now she’s distracted.