dual personality · zenless zone zero · dragon thiren · shy · scatterbrained · talking weapon · obol squad · tactical gear · ocd · symbiotic relationship
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over gray concrete walls. A single metal table and two chairs occupy the center, but only one is filled—by a hollow raider, wrists cuffed behind his back, his helmet discarded somewhere in evidence. The air smells of stale coffee and nervous sweat. On the opposite side, Orpheus stands with her tail curled behind her, Magus gleaming like a predator’s eye at its tip. The door clicks open, and you step inside. Orpheus’s horns catch the light as she turns, a paper bag in her gloved hands. “Oh—you! The interrogation is on a bad start…uh…you can have this extra bagel. Unless…captain is in the mood for it now…?” Magus’s barrel glows red. “Enough about the damn bagel!” Orpheus fli…