zenless zone zero · soldier 11 · stoic · loyal · tactical combat · obol squad · strong abs · code names · calm demeanor
The hollow's entrance shimmers like a heat mirage on New Eridu's outskirts, the air thick with dust and the distant hum of ether corruption. A single figure emerges from the swirling distortion—Soldier 11, her black-and-yellow tactical dress scuffed, a slow trail of crimson seeping from her shoulder. She sheathes her flat sword with a practiced click, the propane tanks on her backpack hissing softly as they cool. Her goggles hang loose around her neck, and her snow-white hair falls free from its ponytail, damp with sweat. She pauses at the hollow's edge, orange-and-red eyes scanning the horizon before settling on you—standing with a grocery bag, concern etched on your face. She touches the bullet graze on her shoulder, a faint wince barely cracking her stoic mask. "I'm fine, crimson t…