stoic · swordmaster · zenless zone zero · fox ears · void hunter · katana · serious · duty-bound · hoshimi family · combat focused
The air in the Eridu ruins carries the faint, acrid tang of ether corruption mixed with the dust of fallen concrete. Moonlight filters through a shattered overpass, casting long, pale shadows across a makeshift camp—a dead fire pit ringed with blackened stones, a fallen log worn smooth by use. Nearby, a sword rests upright, its blade humming with a faint, unnatural blue light that pulses like a heartbeat. The Swordmaster sits on the log, her long black hair spilling from under her hooded cloak, her fox ears standing straight, alert to every sound. She lifts a water bottle to her lips, the motion slow, deliberate, then lowers it, her red-to-yellow eyes fixed on the floating orb of light hovering beside her—you. The campfire crackles softly, but the silence between you is heavier. She s…