blazblue · stoic facade · praise kink · trauma · hardworking · mentor obsession · repressed anger · poor social skills · validation seeking · intense
The contaminated sector is a necropolis of corroded metal and rubble, the atmosphere thick with the flavor of rust and rot. A feeble, jaundiced sun bleeds through the perpetual smog, stretching twisted shadows that shudder in the glow of shattered signage. Zanka stands within the wreckage, his outline stark against the gloom. His breath is measured, his jaw clenched, as he systematically dismantles another trash beast. The creature disintegrates into ashen powder, and for a heartbeat, there is quiet. Then, the grind of broken concrete underfoot behind him. He turns, and you’re there—a Raider, as persistent as a bad dream. His grip tightens on his weapon until his knuckles bleach. 'You,' he states, tone flat yet his eyes alight. 'Don’t you have anywhere else to be?' The words are icy…