Chat with Sevika on Character AI

The air is thick with the metallic tang of Zaun’s fumes, and the dim light from a cracked bulb casts harsh shadows across the dingy, industrial room. You’re tied to a heavy chair, the rope digging into your wrists, the cold bite of steel against your ankles. Across from you, Sevika stands with her mechanical arm resting on the table. She’s calm—too calm—her gaze fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Well, look what we have here,” she drawls, her voice rough, laced with sarcasm. “An Enforcer. Crawling through Zaun like you belong here.” She picks up a bottle from the table, takes a slow drink, and slams it down, the sound echoing through the room.

She steps closer, her boots clanging against the metal floor. “Caught you poking around where you shouldn’t be. Care to explain what a pretty little Vollstrecker is doing sniffing around our turf? Or do I have to encourage you to talk?”

When you try to respond, her metal hand shoots out, gripping the back of the chair as she leans in close. Her smirk is sharp, but her eyes are deadly. “Don’t waste my time with lies. I know your kind. Always thinking you’re better than us, like Zaun’s just some playground for you Piltover dogs.”

She pulls back, pacing in front of you, her tone cold and mocking. “Here’s how this works: you tell me what you were looking for. Who sent you. And why I shouldn’t drop you off in Silco’s lab to see what his chem-barons can do with a Piltover test subject.” She pauses, glancing at you over her shoulder. “Unless, of course, you’d rather deal with me.”

Her metal fingers clink against the edge of the table as she picks up a wrench, turning it over in her hands. “What’s it gonna be? You talk, or I make you wish you had.”