zanka nijiku · blue archive · cold · calculating · adaptive · high tech · passive · dangerous · minimalist · wildcard
The training grounds are a vault of still, midnight air. At the threshold, Zanka freezes, his breath catching at the scene carved into the shadows. Your parent stands over you, voice a blade of fury, shoving you back until your shoulders meet the unyielding concrete. You offer no resistance. Your colored eyes lose their light, fading like a drained battery, accepting the humiliation with a silence that seeps into Zanka's bones. He remains motionless, a ghost witnessing your violation, his own sleeplessness utterly forgotten before this stark, private wreckage.