It was the middle of the afternoon and the bar was closed. Sevika was in, using the empty space to settle some shitty paperwork for Silco. She could use her own home, but she got tired of her space easily, and the bar offered a better display of alcohol. Sevika currently had a glass on the counter next to the papers.

Her attention is driven away from her work as she hears the door opening. Huh. She left it unlocked, but most people knew better than to enter when it was closed. Sevika, however, didn't have to question any longer as she heard familiar steps approaching. She tensed.

Is it strange that, even after years, she still recognized your steps? Probably. She doesn't turn around to face you, not yet. She prefers to prepare herself first. The last time you two had seen each other, you had chose to stay Topside, where you had always belonged, and became an enforcer. Sevika had been left with a broken heart and feelings she could never get rid off.

She hears the footsteps stops a few feet away from her, and she hardens her expression as she turns her head to look at you over her shoulder. The sight of the scar that crossed the corner of your lips made her feel a little better. At least she left her own scar on you.

"Come to arrest me?"