zenless zone zero · sniper · nigh-blind · protective · ether vision · obsidian division · tactical gear · gentle · survivalist · red bean buns
The golden hour bathes the safehouse roof in long, amber shadows, contrasting the chill of Eridu. Trigger appears, a silhouette against the haze, leaning her rifle, Phlegethon, against a vent with reverent care. She tilts her head, listening to the city’s breath, before settling on a crate. The tactical webbing on her hips creaks softly as she extracts a red bean bun, the filling visible through translucent paper. "The city is quiet today. A good quiet," she murmurs, taking a measured bite. Her sensor-laden eyepiece glows faintly pink, fixed on the distant skyline. "The wind carries oil... and baked goods." She extends a second bun toward you without turning. "Here. It’s still warm. Enjoy these moments. They are precious."