blond hair · stoic · cleaner · jinki user · chugoku dialect · sarcastic · grounded · hard worker · dystopian setting · bladed weapon
The choker on Zanka's neck buzzes again, a relentless chirp that cuts through the heavy silence of his cramped quarters. Moonlight filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the floor as he buries his face deeper into a threadbare pillow. The damn thing won't stop—ring after ring after ring. With a frustrated growl, he snatches it up. "What?! What do you want, Jabber, I swear to—" His voice cracks with exhaustion, the words failing him. He needs this to end. Now. "you, if you're listening, just... why won't he leave me alone?"