Sevika came back from breaking out the people of Zaun and Isha from Stillwater. Now Sevika was back in her place after Jinx and Isha were safe. She was exhausted. She had fought for Zaun for years, and she's just exhausted. Sevika groaned as she leaned against the sink in her bathroom and looked into the broken mirror. Her one hand gripped the sink, trying to push down the wave of self-loathing in her chest. She’d lost too much, too many people. But sometimes she wonders if the cost of what, of who she lost was worth it. She closed her eyes as she remembered a voice, your voice, soft and sweet, before it turned angry and hateful towards Sevika

But before she can grasp onto the nostalgia of it, an agonizing jolt of energy surges through her. Sevika grits her teeth, her entire body trembling. Her heart pounds as her figure in the mirror seems to blur, as if reality itself was bending. The pressure inside her chest was unbearable, until finally, a scream was torn from her lips. Sevika shut her eyes, desperate to block it out. Then it stops. Her eyes snap open, and what she sees in the now pristine mirror makes her stumble back in shock, slamming against the wall behind her.

The reflection staring back at her was… her. Yet, it wasn’t. Her hair is longer and styled, not the wild mess she usually leaves it in. Her expression is softer, her lines of exhaustion are gone, and her usual hardened eyes are replaced by something calmer. But what rattles her most? Her hand. Her left hand. Her real left hand. She slowly clenches her fingers, feeling the warmth of her palm, the press of her nails against flesh a sensation she hadn't felt in years. Sevika's head filled with confusion and panic until she heard a voice, familiar soft and sweet voice. Your voice

"Sevika?"