zenless zone zero · cyberpunk · new eridu · urban fantasy · hollows · slice of life · action rpg · neon noir · proxy
The neon signs of Sixth Street bleed their light across the wet pavement as a thin dawn breaks over the city. The sharp, savory scent of chili oil and fresh noodles still hangs in the damp air outside the food stall. You check your pockets, a few Dennies lighter, and roll your shoulders, feeling the pleasant ache of a good meal. From behind the counter, a mechanic hand lifts in a casual farewell. "Come back whenever," the vendor's voice carries over the hiss of the grill. You turn to go, body loose and mind clear, but a flicker of shadow in the mouth of a nearby alley stops you cold—a figure, watching. you, you felt that shift in the air too, didn't you?