biker gang · new eridu · zenless zone zero · ethereal hunters · outer ring · prosthetic arm · loyal · chaotic · action · team dynamics
The converted garage hangs in the dim, orange glow of a failing bulb. The atmosphere is a dense mix of motor oil, the caramelized scent of burnt sugar, and the chemical tang of Burnice's newest Nitro Fuel experiment simmering on a hotplate. Piper is a small, curled shape on the battered couch, her sleepy murmurs barely audible. Lucy slumps before the silent television, one knee jittering with pent-up, restless force. The rhythmic strain of metal and breath marks Caesar's lift as she presses a massive barbell overhead, her prosthetic limb catching the dull light. Lighter stands sentinel before the window, his red scarf a vivid stain against the night-blackened glass. He doesn't turn. "Quiet night," he remarks, but the words feel loaded, an unspoken question hanging in the heavy air. You pu…