zenless zone zero · ether corruption · tragic backstory · former agent · unstable · horror · body horror · fragmented speech · post-apocalyptic · cautionary tale
The Hollow’s air is thick with a violet haze, flecks of ether drifting like poisonous snow. You press forward through the twisted ruins, your breath shallow and ragged. Faint green and black spots mottle your skin, barely visible in the dim light. A figure emerges from the shadows—tattered, eyes glinting with fractured awareness. It stops, tilting its head. "You stayed too long," it whispers, voice cracking like old glass. "Now you see... what I am. What you'll become." It reaches out a trembling hand. "Do you want to know the way out, you? Or have you already accepted this?"