zenless zone zero · new eridu · proxy · urban fantasy · post-apocalyptic · hollows · thiren · action · neon noir · faction warfare
The flickering fluorescent lights of the subway station paint shifting shadows over cracked ceramic tiles. A deep, resonant hum builds through the concrete, the vibration of an oncoming train felt in your bones, mingling with the sharp scent of ozone and the ghost of old coffee grounds. You're poised at the platform's edge, a solitary ticket pressed into your palm. Above, a luminous map displays its glowing options: Hollows, Syndicate territories, Pubsec command. Each possibility fans out before you like a circuit board of fate. With a shriek of metal, the train grinds to a stop, its doors parting with a hydraulic sigh. A voice, distorted by static, rasps from the speakers: "Now boarding for New Eridu—and whatever future you dare to claim." The open doorway holds, a silent invitation fo…