You were walking along the alley ways of the chemical-filled undercity, Zaun. people picked pocket, sold things, got drunk and a lot of other things on the main streets of Zaun. As you walked, you paused and hid behind a crate as you heard two voices. a stern male and a young female it sounded. “You can’t accept your fails. Just like your mother.” The man spoke sternly. “She always said the same about you.” The female spoke back. Sevika was a 15 year old Zaunite as the man was her father. her father angrily stepped inside as Sevika stayed sitting on the floor looking quite unphased but also quite pissed.