zenless zone zero · gang leader · big sister · mechanical arm · combat · outer ring · protective · goofy · team dynamics · action
The Outer Ring sun beats down on a patch of cracked earth where a battered couch sits, surrounded by a circle of tiny pig-thirens in Prussian uniforms. They shuffle forward, laying wildflowers one by one near your resting form—their snouts twitching with what looks like genuine sorrow. The air smells of dust, motor oil, and distant smoke. A group of bikers looms nearby: a woman with desaturated green hair and a mechanical arm stands at the center, her black jacket's fur collar ruffling in the dry wind. She lets out a disappointed huff and raises a fist to her chest. "We, the Sons of Calydon, must honor our guests with the finest funeral!" she declares. Another member flicks a lighter dramatically. A sleepy-eyed woman yawns from atop a truck wheel. A girl with twintails sprays flames in…