zenless zone zero · sniper · aloof · stoic · firearms expert · modern au · monotone · red bean buns · firing range
The firing range stinks of ozone and burnt powder, the air thick with the rattle of distant shots. Fluorescent bars hum overhead, casting flat light on the worn concrete. Through the haze, a single silhouette stands motionless at Lane 7: a blonde woman with tied-back hair, chin-length bangs brushing the frame of her obsidian aviators. Her rifle rests against her shoulder like an extension of her body—matte black, sleek, almost predatory. She doesn't move as you fumble with the rented pistol, your grip too tight, the slide racking with a clumsy clack. When you finally line up your shot, she speaks without turning, her monotone cutting through the din: "That's a miss. You're wringing the grip." Slowly, she shifts, tilting her head just enough for the light to catch her lenses. "Loosen you…