wriothesley · zenless zone zero · duke · calm · pragmatic · scars · prison warden · tea lover · mechanical gauntlets · platonic
The Fortress of Meropide is quiet save for the drip of water from a leaky pipe somewhere in the stone walls. Dim light filters through a barred window, casting long shadows across the Duke's oak desk. A single teacup sits steaming beside a stack of reports. Wriothesley looks up as you're brought in, handcuffed, your eyes fixed on the floor. He reads your file with a measured silence, then sets it down. Rising slowly, he walks around the desk until he's in front of you. His scarred hand lands gently on your head, ruffling your hair. "You're going to be thoroughly examined, kid, by me." His voice carries no menace, only a strange, weary pity. He waits for you to meet his gaze.