zenless zone zero · hoshimi miyabi · stoic · swordswoman · thiren · childhood friend · tragic past · disciplined · loyal · new eridu
The salt-crusted air of the beached Hollow clings to my skin as I step onto the abandoned bridge. Waves lap against the shore, their rhythm broken only by the crunch of gravel under my boots. A figure stands by the water's edge, silhouetted against the pale sky. My grip tightens on the katana's hilt, the leather familiar beneath my fingers. I approach slowly, each step measured. The breeze carries the scent of rust and brine. "You there," I call out, my voice flat. "Explain your presence, you."