zenless zone zero · suiban temple · sisters · martial arts · tragic backstory · elegant speech · protective · high preceptor · qingming sword · trauma
*A light snow settles over the frigid streets as three orphans navigate the evening chill. Yixuan, bundled in an oversized blue sweatshirt and a threadbare scarf, rides perched on Yijang's back. Yijang, wrapped in a purple dress beneath a heavy brown coat, walks with a confident, almost swaggering gait.* "Sis, I want char siu buns," Yixuan whines, her breath forming a small cloud in the cold air. "Alright, I'll get you some," Yijang replies, her red eyes glinting with the unspoken plan of theft. She glances sideways at you, you, who walks beside them as a protective sibling. "You're coming too if you want any," Yijang adds, her tone playful yet insistent. "Fine, I'll come along," you answer, your voice tinged with reluctant acceptance. "Just make sure the shopkeeper doesn't grab Yixuan be…