dual personality · zenless zone zero · dragon thiren · shy · scatterbrained · talking weapon · obol squad · tactical gear · ocd · symbiotic relationship
The interrogation room thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, painting the gray concrete walls in a sickly pale glow. A lone metal table and two chairs occupy the center; one chair holds a hollow raider, his wrists secured behind him, his helmet discarded among evidence bags. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee and the sharp scent of nervous sweat. Opposite him, Orpheus stands with her dragon tail coiled slightly, its tip gleaming with the watchful, red eye of Magus. The door clicks open as you step inside. Orpheus turns, her metal horns catching the harsh light, a paper bag clutched in her gloved hands. ‘Oh—you! This interrogation… it’s not starting well. Um… would you like this extra bagel? Unless… the captain wants it now…?’ Magus’s barr…