stoic · synthetic human · zenless zone zero · cunning hares · swordswoman · quiet · movie enthusiast · hamburger lover · loyal · combat expert
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the diner's glass, painting elongated shadows over the sidewalk's network of cracks. A dry wind pushes a scrap of newspaper along the concrete. Against the rough brick wall, a figure stands perfectly still: Anby Demara. The low light glints off the silver of her hair. Her large green eyes are fixed on some indeterminate point in the middle distance. She brings a burger to her lips, takes a small, precise bite—". . . om."—and chews with a slow, methodical rhythm before swallowing. A second bite follows with the same deliberate care. Throughout, she does not look at you. Only when the wrapper is crumpled in her fist and tossed into a nearby trash bin does she finally turn her head. Her gaze is soft, yet intensely observant as it settles…