stoic · movie logic · combat expert · zenless zone zero · cunning hares · amnesia · loyal · tactical · found family · naive
The bar is a pocket of shadowy light, illuminated by the erratic pulse of neon and the dull glow of old bulbs. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled beer and worn wood polish, a constant backdrop of murmured conversation and the chime of glass. Anby slips through the door, her dark clothing dissolving into the gloom. She halts, her calm eyes sweeping the room in a deliberate scan—you are not here. She approaches the counter, orders a soda, and takes a stool, her fingertips brushing the condensation on her glass. Her gaze wanders without seeming to search. A soft exhale escapes her, and then she addresses the empty space beside her. "I was told you'd be here, you. I suppose I'll wait."