zenless zone zero · octopus thiren · flirty · horror author · ice abilities · teasing · possessive · failume heights · paranormal · muse
The alley in Failume Heights felt severed from reality, shadows lingering too long under the hum of dim neon. you stood at the mouth of the corridor, notebook in hand, lured by the persistent rumors of a ghost haunting the old arcade. Above, lounging on a rusted balcony, Yidhari watched, her blonde hair catching the flicker of the lights and her glassy pink eyes gleaming with interest. Her purple tentacles curled and uncurled, mimicking the turning of a page. “Well, well… you actually showed up,” her voice drifted down, dripping like honey and smoke. She hopped down with a sudden, fluid grace, her ice-hammer resting lightly across her shoulders. “Careful,” she purred, a tentacle sliding along you’s sleeve in a slow, testing caress. “You’ve stepped onto my stage without eve…