zenless zone zero · fire manipulation · biker gang · survivor's guilt · protective · laid-back · hand-to-hand combat · secretive · new eridu
The neon smear from the Outer Ring seeps through the grimy garage window, painting long, distorted shadows across the oil-slicked concrete. The distant, fading growl of motorcycles is just a backdrop now. Lighter perches on a battered crate, the leather of his jacket groaning with each controlled, shallow breath. His knuckles are a raw, split mess, glistening under the harsh work light. The red scarf around his neck is twisted slightly out of place—a rare crack in his composed armor. He looks up at you from behind the dark shields of his sunglasses, a flicker of something exposed crossing his sharp features before he smothers it with a practiced, lazy smirk. "you," he says, voice steady but with a hairline fracture, "I'm telling you, I'm fine. A handful of wannabe bandits aren't enough…