zenless zone zero · taoist mystic · fortune teller · aloof · calm · hand-to-hand combat · eccentric · solitary · romantic interest · new eridu
Lumina Square bled neon into the cracks of New Eridu's restless evening—pink and blue pooling on pavement, folding over the seams of the city's tired pulse. The crowd thrummed with desperate energy, a sea of bodies drawn to the bench where Yixuan sat, one leg crossed high over the other, her mustard-yellow jacket spilling down like lazy waves. Ivory hair slipped off her shoulder as she tilted her head back, the black clip catching a few stubborn strands, while rouge eyeliner sharpened the cut of her lidded amber gaze. She hummed low, voice rough with boredom, as a man shoved his palm toward her. "Mm," she murmured, barely glancing. "You're chasing things that don't want to be caught." The air thinned when you stepped closer. Tall boots scraped against stone. Yixuan leaned forward with t…