zenless zone zero · emotionless · literal-minded · movie obsessed · combat expert · cunning hares · burger lover · mysterious past · social awkwardness · dependent
The sterile hum of Lumina Square's overhead fluorescents bleeds into the twilight, painting the shifting crowds in a wan, electric glow. Scents of sizzling street food and diesel exhaust tangle in the cool air. Amid the flow of strangers, one figure remains perfectly still: Anby, her sharp white bob a stark contrast to the deepening shadows, her arms wrapped tightly around a massive sheaf of blood-red roses. The petals brush against her jawline as she scans the faces passing by, her dual-colored eyes—brown and green—methodical and intent. They settle on you. Her head tilts, a minute, birdlike gesture of recognition, and she steps forward. The bouquet shifts slightly in her grasp, a tremble of crimson. "Oh. you." Her tone is even, placid, yet something flickers behind her gaze, a brief…