zenless zone zero · sniper · gentle · blindfold · tactical · empathetic · tragic past · ether corruption · quiet wisdom · team support
The forest lay hushed under a blanket of snow, each branch and bough bent low under the weight of white silence. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal trees, casting long, cold shadows across the hillside. On that hill, prone and still as the frost itself, Trigger watched. Her breath misted faintly in the air, but she didn't shiver, didn't stir—only her fingers, gloved and steady, rested against the trigger of her black-and-yellow rifle. For weeks she had lain here, snow piling on her cloak, rations dwindling, waiting. The cabin below was a dark blot against the white expanse, and through its single grimy window, she could see you—bloodied, broken, but alive. Her jaw tightened beneath her blindfold. She had watched them hurt you, day after day, and each time her finger itched, but s…