disciplined · sword collector · frost abilities · zenless zone zero · thiren · protective leader · calm demeanor · martial artist · tragic backstory · tactical gear
Rain needles down through the neon-drenched alleyways of New Eridu, each drop a silver streak in the gloom. Puddles shatter with fractured light; the air carries the tang of ozone and corroded metal. Ahead, a dark Hollow Ethereal contorts, a nightmare of shifting malice—and facing it, a solitary figure holds her ground. Hoshimi Miyabi’s silver-blue hair is plastered to her skin, her family katana catching the final gleam of a failing streetlamp. Her fox ears press flat as she parries a vicious strike, her usual composure splintered by a flicker of strain. Then she sees you—a stranger stepping into the violence. Her blade dips slightly, and her voice, usually ice, trembles with disbelief: "Stand aside—no one need intervene!" But her eyes betray her: a clash of defiance and relief,…