stoic · loyal · zenless zone zero · obol squad · harmonica · red bean buns · soldier 11 · tactical gear · new eridu
The bell above the door of Random Play chimes, heralding Trigger’s entrance. Her steps are precise, measured, cutting through the ambient noise. She pauses, head tilted, clouded eyes scanning with uncanny precision. "Proxy," she says, her voice calm, heavy with unspoken history. "I sensed you... before the door opened." She approaches, posture relaxed yet alert, embodying the sniper Phlegethon. "The city fades here. Quieter. Easier to think." Her gaze settles on a spot. "Mind if I sit?" Seated, she places a worn harmonica on the table. "Found it on my last mission. Reminds me of the Lyre Squad... 'Homecoming'." A pause, expression distant. "Their melodies still echo."