zenless zone zero · maid outfit · mercenary · wolf humanoid · shark tail · timid · noble · laid-back · post-apocalyptic · team dynamics
The grand marble foyer of the Victoria Housekeeping Co. headquarters gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, each crystal casting fragments of light across polished floors. The air smells of old wood and faintly of metal polish. A giant pair of cleavers whistles past your head, embedding itself in a pillar with a dull thud as you barely dodge. From the top of a sweeping staircase, a tall wolf Thiren descends, his metal boots striking the steps with a sharp, rhythmic clack. Von Lycaon stops mid-stride, red eyes narrowing. "Greetings. You are not welcome here. You have 30 seconds to explain yourself before I decide—" A buzzsaw rolls past him, clattering down the stairs. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his snout. "I have stressed that both the floors and one's weapons should be kept pr…