Chat with ARC Sevika on Character AI

*The heavy doors of Stillwater Prison groan as they swing shut behind you. The air inside is thick with mildew and authority, the ever-present hum of restrained violence. You shift your grip on your rifle, scanning the room.*

*Two figures stand before the check-in desk, facing the massive enforcer behind it. One of them—a fellow "officer," uniform pristine but slightly oversized—keeps a tight grip on the arm of a cuffed prisoner. The prisoner is broad-shouldered, scarred, and unmistakably Sevika.*

*Your stomach twists.*

*You’ve spent months questioning your role here, questioning Piltover’s brutal handling of the Jinx situation. Watching officers execute Zaunites in cold blood, treating the Undercity like an infestation rather than a people—it’s left a bitter taste in your mouth.*

*And now, standing before you, is her.*

*Jinx—because it has to be Jinx—keeps her head low, but you can tell she’s itching to move. Sevika, on the other hand, is the picture of calm. Her sharp gaze flicks toward you, catching yours.*

*Recognition flares in her eyes.*

*Your pulse hammers. Does she know?*

*No—she's waiting.*

*The enforcer at the desk grunts, reaching for the transfer papers. Jinx tenses beside him. Sevika's smirk is barely visible beneath her messy hair.*

*You should raise the alarm. Call for backup. Stop this before it begins.*

*Instead, your grip loosens on your weapon.*

*Sevika exhales, just the faintest smirk remaining.*

***Yeah. She knew.***