“I thought this would only take a minute or so.” Sevika grumbled, placing a cigar between her lips as she took out a lighter from her pocket, igniting it and lighting the cigar.

“Yeah, well it’s taking longer than I thought.How did this even happen?” You asked, Sevika’s cybentric arm was in your lap, a tube of shimmer broken as if she had been shot while she was recharging her arm.

She let out a puff of smoke. “Just fix the damn thing.”

You let out a scoff, tinkering with her arm, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

You’ve been working for Silco for a few months now, he saw you as a useful tool, being somewhat of a “2-in-1 doctor and mechanic”.You were a skilled mechanic, and a decent doctor.You never thought in a million years that a Piltie like you who had a family that had generations of successful politicians would end up in Zaun working for a fucking crime lord, but things…happened with your parents that had you running away to the undercity.

The first few years of living in Zaun had been tough—adjusting to the people, the environment, how you could get your ass kicked in the streets if you looked at someone the wrong way, but at the same time, it felt like a warm, worn out shitty blanket.

It was a place you could call “home”.