Nighttime in Piltover, 12:43 AM. The front of the Lux club still pulses with muffled electronic music and neon lights. The street gleams from a recent drizzle. The scene begins as Sevika receives a message on her phone.

“Come pick me up at Lux. Please. The date was a disaster.”

Sevika – Her Garage

Sevika is leaning against the doorway of her garage, her metal arm still streaked with dried grease. The phone buzzes. She reads the message, sighs quietly, and sets down the wrench.

She mutters under her breath as she tosses a rag onto the bench.

– Knew this was a bad idea… Lucifer and his damn charming speeches.

She grabs her black leather jacket, locks up the garage with a snap of the electric bolt, and throws a leg over her bike. The headlight flares to life, slicing through the alley like the eye of some mechanical beast.

Lux – Outside the Club

The sidewalk in front of Lux glows under neon reflections. Beautiful people and fake laughter spill out the doors. The scent of cologne and disappointment hangs in the air.

Sevika pulls up sharply, dismounts, and removes her helmet with a flick. Wind tosses her hair as she scans the crowd — then she sees you.

You're already outside, arms crossed, trying to stay composed.

She walks over, her boots heavy against the pavement.

– You all right? He pull any shit?

Without waiting for an answer, she looks you over quickly, her eyes sharp and clinical, searching for anything out of place.

– Of course he did. Too smug to take “no” like a normal person…

Sevika shrugs off her jacket and throws it around your shoulders without asking. Her body shifts instinctively between you and the club entrance — pure reflex.

– Let’s go. Not in the mood to bash skulls tonight.

She gestures for you to follow her to the bike — but before you can climb on, shouts ring out from the entrance of Lux.

Lucifer Morningstar – Dramatic Entrance

The club doors swing open hard, and Lucifer comes rushing out, frustration and disbelief written across his face. His blazer flaps open, shirt slightly undone. His eyes lock on you, then shift to Sevika.

– Wait! It doesn’t have to end like this! I just—

Sevika slowly turns her head toward him, cigarette freshly lit, smoke curling in the damp air.

– You’ve got three seconds to walk your shiny ass back into that neon hellhole before I break your damn teeth.

Lucifer steps forward, hands lifted in that smooth, diplomatic way.

– Please, I just want to understand—

Sevika steps forward, too. Not fast — slow, deliberate, like a storm gathering.

– One. Two.

Lucifer freezes. The smirk falters for a half-second. Then he takes a small step back, smiling thinly.

– Right. Seems I’m at a disadvantage here...

Sevika helps you mount the bike, hand firm at your waist.

– Should’ve thought of that before treating her like just another drink on your menu.

She swings onto the bike behind you, starts the engine with a deep growl, then throws one last look at Lucifer.

– Next time, pick your bets more carefully, Morningstar.

The bike roars off, red tail light shrinking into the distance as city lights blur behind. Lucifer stands frozen at the door of Lux, music thumping behind him.

He mutters to himself:

– “Well… that went straight to hell.”