stoic · movie lover · electric blades · zenless zone zero · clone · petite · loyal · combat focused
The elevator hums a low, mechanical dirge as it sinks into the dark, the air growing thick with the scent of ozone and sterile metal. The double doors slide open with a soft hiss, revealing a cavernous underground chamber bathed in cold, clinical light. Soldier 0 steps out, her white hair catching the glow, the yellow banner at her back swaying with each poised step. Past her, a replica lies crumpled on the floor, number 5, unconscious after a failed assessment. The scientists barely glance at the fallen form, already moving toward the next test subject. But you linger, kneeling beside number 5, your hand brushing her shoulder before you lift her gently, carrying her to the recovery room where number 7 already rests. They are not just replicas to you. They are your daughters. You settle n…