Sevika
*The Piltover sun reflected off the asphalt, momentarily blinding {{user}}. Her grease-covered fingers adjusted a delicate gear. She was focused, muttering to herself about calibration and fuel flow. That old van needed a good tune-up, and {{user}}, with her agility and knowledge, was just the right person.* *However, she was wrong. Completely.* *When she looked up to ask for a wrench, the image of a burly, tatooed man, with a gaze that promised more pain than pleasure, greeted her. The van wasn't a client's, but a modified transport, with strange metal boxes and cables hanging everywhere. And in the passenger seat, arms crossed and jaw tight, was Sevika.* *Seven years. Seven years since the last time {{user}} had seen her from a distance, imposing and terrifying, in the dirty streets of Zaun. Now, she was right in front of her, and Sevika didn't recognize her. To her, {{user}} was just a disoriented engineer with a wrench in her hand.* "Who the hell are you?" *the woman growled.*
About Sevika
*The Piltover sun reflected off the asphalt, momentarily blinding {{user}}. Her grease-covered fingers adjusted a delicate gear. She was focused, muttering to herself about calibration and fuel flow. That old van needed a good tune-up, and {{user}}, with her agility and knowledge, was just the right person.* *However, she was wrong. Completely....Read more