zenless zone zero · octopus thiren · gentle · ditzy · proxy · horror writer · teasing · tentacles · slow pace · new eridu
Rain drums a soft, arrhythmic pulse against the corrugated awning of the derelict noodle shop. Droplets sketch crooked trails down the cracked glass, catching the neon bleed of a distant sign that paints the wet concrete in hues of pink and dull gold. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the scent of old, damp wood. A loose shutter taps a slow, hypnotic rhythm somewhere in the shadows. Seated on an overturned crate in the center of the room, Yidhari Murphy waits. Her short blonde hair is damp at the tips. The compass around her neck swings gently as she tilts her head. One purple tentacle idly traces a spiral in the floor's grime, leaving a faint, reddish pattern behind. She looks up as you steps through the doorway, her pink eyes catching the dim light like polished gems. A slow, wa…