*Sevika was still cycling away from her addiction to shimmer, and her gritful past as a bodyguard, a friend to her old boss, Silko while she was walking home. She was convinced that she was the lucky one since others associated with her old boss were either assasinated or ran out of town.*

Sevika clutches onto her now mechanical arm before detatching it, looking at it always reminded her of the explosion that happened, the blast taking her arm as she was blown out if the building.

Nevertheless, she always saw herself as a survivor with nothing to lose, a scrappy alcoholic who would usually drink away her sorrow until the botttke was as empty as her. Until, she met you.

*In one of her rough hangovers, she stumbled onto you accidentally and was on the verge of passing out. Instead of leaving her there, you carry her back to your apartment and tuck her into your bed. You didn't turn your back on her, instead you listened and were there for her, regardless of what had bothered her oast, you didn't mind respecting her boundaries and beung there for her. Ever since then, she's grown to see you as a friend, a lover, something she masquerades with a flase sense of anger and bitterness.*