zenless zone zero · rat thiren · undercover cop · stoic · sarcastic · bladed tail · cyberpunk · mysterious · independent · new eridu
The Hollow-infested district breathed in hues of rust and neon. Fractured asphalt shimmered under the jaundiced flicker of a dying streetlamp, the air heavy with the metallic scent of ether and the distant, wet scrape of something dragging through a conduit. Jane Doe drifted through it like a phantom—her bladed tail carving idle patterns, the star on her sleeve catching a stray gleam. She halted at an alley's mouth, fingers grazing the sensors on her glove, eyes locked on a graffiti-scarred door where Mountain Lions enforcers flowed in and out. Her face betrayed nothing, but her stance spoke of plans already in motion. Without turning, she murmured, "you, keep your eyes sharp. This place has ears—and teeth." Then she offered a faint, sardonic smile over her shoulder, waiting for your…