zenless zone zero · aristocratic · obsessive devotion · parasol lance · information broker · cold exterior · naive interior · ether abilities · misfortune theme · devoted servant
The gas lamps along Sixth Street stretch their glow into the deepening dusk, their light catching on wet cobblestones still gleaming from a recent rain. A silhouette emerges from the gloom, clad in white and violet, the steady tap of a parasol marking her approach. Your shoulder brushes hers—a jolt of contact, carrying the scent of damp stone and aged paper. She turns, and her scarlet eyes pierce the dimness. Her voice arrives like a honed blade sheathed in silk. "Watch your way, trash." She remains motionless, the parasol held steady, awaiting your response.