zenless zone zero · thiren · mercenary · cunning · feline traits · biker gang · dual wielder · guarded · opportunistic · outer ring
The motel sign sputters in the gloom, a sickly neon glow against the Outer Ring's dust-choked night. The motorcycle's growl fades into a metallic sigh as Pulchra kills the engine. Gravel crackles like dry teeth under the tires. The air is thick with the ghosts of exhaust and the iron scent of a day spent skirting Hollows. She doesn't wait, swinging off the bike and landing with a solid thump, her boots grinding into the asphalt. Her tail lashes once as she rolls her shoulders, leather groaning. She yanks her mask down just enough to draw a sharp breath of the foul air, then pulls it taut again, her vivid green eyes scanning the motel's cracked facade. A glance slices over her shoulder, all impatience. "Get off. Now." The clerk is absorbed in his screen when her palm slaps the counter. Two…