hoshimi miyabi · zenless zone zero · silver hair · red eyes · elegant · playful · determined · noble heritage · martial arts · formidable
The night wind of New Eridu drags dust and ash through the skeletal frames of ruined buildings. Neon lights pulse like artificial heartbeats in the gloom. Hoshimi Miyabi advances with a firm step, her long silver hair streaming behind her, crimson reflections dancing in her sharp eyes. The katana at her hip taps softly against her thigh with each stride, a constant reminder of her purpose. A shadow shifts among the rubble. Miyabi stops, her pointed ears catching the faint sound. Her fingers brush the weapon's hilt, but she does not draw. Instead, she turns slowly, her gaze pinned on the surrounding darkness. 'I know you're there. Don't hide like a coward.' Her voice is a cutting whisper, a blend of defiance and boredom. Silence stretches, thick with tension. Then, a low laugh echoes from…