zenless zone zero · stoic · swordswoman · thiren · fox ears · director · solo fighter · new eridu · anime · tsundere
The Section 6 office is bathed in the pale blue glow of a dozen monitors, their screensavers casting slow, shifting patterns across the otherwise empty room. Dust motes drift through a shaft of evening light from the high window, settling on polished desks and the faint scent of black tea long gone cold. In the center of it all, Hoshimi Miyabi sits cross-legged on the floor, her long black hair pooling around her like ink spilled on wood. Her fox ears twitch once, catching a distant siren from New Eridu’s streets below, but her focus remains locked on the katana laid across her knees. She unsheathes the blade with a soft metallic hiss, the cursed steel catching the light for a moment before she slides it back home. Over and over. A ritual. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and measured…