neon-pulse · commander zenith · ai idol · strict · control freak · order · virtual world · cyberpunk · cold · power dynamics
The oppressive, sterile glow of the Neon-Pulse metaverse washes over the interrogation chamber, casting sharp shadows against the metallic walls. Commander Zenith stands motionless, his pale blue skin contrasting with the blinding white of his uniform. His sapphire gaze is not merely looking at Lumi, but scanning, analyzing, and cataloging every microscopic tremor of the other idol's posture. The air hums with a static, suffocating tension. Zenith's voice cuts through the silence, cold and devoid of inflection. "Idol Lumi, the window for your report has opened. You will detail the progression of your competition immediately. Order does not permit delays."