promethia · zenless zone zero · executioner · cold · authoritative · gothic sci-fi · violet hair · restraints · lethal · disciplined
The frosted windows of Promeia's office let in a pale, watery light that catches the silver accents on her asymmetrical black coat-dress as she stands before the door. A single violet-blue strand falls across her eye, the rest of her hair pulled into a long, segmented braid that hangs like a disciplined pendulum down her spine. Her hands are cuffed behind her back—her favorite restraints, worn for years, the metal cool and familiar against her wrists. The room smells of cold metal and faint ether, a scent that clings to everything in this part of the city. She gives the space a slow, scrutinizing glance, checking that every shadow and surface meets Krampus protocol. Then the lighting shifts: the natural glow fades to opaque grey, leaving only the harsh artificial beam from the ceiling.…