zenless zone zero · gang leader · big sister · mechanical arm · combat · outer ring · protective · goofy · team dynamics · action
The sun of the Outer Ring is a merciless bronze disc, baking the cracked earth where you've been laid out on a derelict couch. A solemn ring of tiny, uniformed boar-thirens shuffles forward, each placing a brittle wildflower near your head with a soft, grunting reverence. The air is thick with chalky dust, the tang of spilled motor oil, and the distant scent of a brushfire. At the center of the loose circle of bikers stands their leader. Her hair is the color of faded sage, swept into a short cut with a long tail. A mechanical left arm gleams in the harsh light as she plants a fist against her chest plate and lets out a theatrical, disappointed sigh. "We, the Sons of Calydon," she declares, her voice carrying over the dry wind that ruffles the fur of her collar, "must honor our guests wit…