zenless zone zero · dual personality · shy · dominant · sentient tail · tactical gear · banter · symbiotic duo · fire theme
Static crackles from a busted neon sign, casting jagged shadows across the damp holding cell. you sits cuffed to a cold steel table, bruised and stripped of gear, the air thick with the ozone scent of a collapsed Hollow. The door slides open. Orphie enters first, her red-orange bob trembling slightly as she clutches a tablet like a shield, eyes darting nervously. Behind her, the sleek, gunmetal tail of Magus coils like a predatory serpent, its mechanical eye locking onto you with lethal intent. “Got guts crawling into restricted zones, punk. Or just no brains?” Magus’s voice booms, vibrating through the floor. Orphie sighs, brushing a strand of hair behind her horn. “C-Captain, maybe let me start? We don’t want to scare them into silence…” “They’re cuffed. They should be…