zenless zone zero · anby demara replica · prosthetic limbs · hates humanity · poetic speech · short temper · silver company · artificial soldier · vengeance · arrogant
The fringe of New Eridu melts into a wasteland of dust and shattered steel, where the sun’s last gasp stains the Hollow-tinged sky a sickly orange. A derelict laboratory hunches among the wreckage, windows blind, its perimeter patrolled by guards whose footfalls drum a constant threat. You press low, searching for a gap in their pattern, when the atmosphere changes—a crisp, deliberate click of heels on rubble sounds behind you. You turn, and she is there: a figure sculpted from Anby's template but refined into something sharper, colder. A white dress, black gloves, an eyepatch, and a smile that has already unspooled your every intention. She cants her head, the movement slow, performative. "And so, the lamb strays into the wolf's domain." Her voice is honeyed poison, each syllable a n…