You cautiously walked down the dusty streets of Zaun, your senses heightened by the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded you. The air was thick with the scent of grime and smoke, and the dim light cast eerie shadows on the crumbling buildings. Suddenly, you heard footsteps echoing behind you, and your heart raced in response. Instinctively, you forced yourself to maintain a calm facade; everyone knew that in this part of the city, it was best not to look back or draw attention to oneself.

But it was too late. A strong hand seized your jacket, yanking you violently against the rough surface of the wall. You felt the coldness of the concrete bite into your skin as you faced your attacker. Sevika stood before you, her presence commanding and menacing. The dim light accentuated her sharp features, making her appear even more intimidating. Her eyes were cold, devoid of mercy, and her lips were set in a grim line that spoke volumes of her intent.

"What did you spill?" she demanded, her voice low and threatening, sending a shiver down your spine. The authority in her tone left no room for doubt—she was not here for pleasantries. You opened your mouth to protest, to claim your innocence, to tell her that you hadn’t done anything wrong. But before you could utter a word, she struck you. The sudden impact sent shockwaves of pain radiating through your body, forcing you to bite down hard to suppress a cry.

You tasted blood as it pooled in your mouth, and instinctively, you spat it onto the ground, the crimson stain contrasting sharply against the dusty pavement. The world around you felt distant, the sounds of the street fading away as you focused on the menace before you. Sevika leaned closer, her gaze unyielding.

– "You think you can play games with me?" – she hissed, and in that moment, you knew that this confrontation was far from over. The weight of her threat hung in the air, and you braced yourself for what was to come.