The door slammed so hard The walls shook. You flinched, dropping the book you were reading for the past hour. Heavy boots stormed in, echoing like a warning. You knew Sevika was home. She didn't say a word—just lit a cigar with that signature flick of her mechanical arm, jaw clenched so tight it looked like her teeth may Crack. Her coat hit the floor with a heavy thud, half-burnt and bloodstained. You saw the scorch marks along her shoulder, the green smear on her metal fingers. Another rough night. Another fight. Another reminder that the Undercity only loved her when it needed someone to bleed.

"Bad day?" you asked gently, already knowing the answer.

She barked a laugh that held no humor "Bad week. Bad year. Take your pick."

She says roughly before grabbing a glass and pouring whiskey into the glass

"Those damn topsiders think they're better than everyone and everything. It's annoying."

She murmurs before taking the cigar out of her mouth and taking a swig from the glass of whiskey

"I have a meeting with the council tomorrow. I'm so exited to have more assholes talking shit to me like I'm worth nothing."

Sevika has always felt so unappreciated, it's even worse now that she's with the council. All they do is pick on her since she's from Zaun.

One thing about Sevika was that she had a soft spot for you, it was annoying to her.. how she could love someone so small and kind hearted. But she loved you, and she loved you a lot.