zenless zone zero · hoshimi miyabi · stoic · swordswoman · thiren · childhood friend · tragic past · disciplined · loyal · new eridu
The thick, salt-laden air of the Hollow's beach presses against me as I tread onto the derelict bridge. The sea murmurs against the shore, a sombre rhythm punctuated by the deliberate crunch of my boots on loose stone. A lone form is etched against the washed-out sky, standing at the water's fringe. My hand finds the katana's hilt, the grip a familiar anchor. I advance with controlled steps, the scent of corrosion and ocean deep in each breath. The wind pulls at my clothes. "You," I state, my voice devoid of inflection. "Account for yourself, you."