zenless zone zero · stoic · bodyguard · rope fighter · elegant · protective · cold exterior · tactical · serious · professional
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow beam from a cracked overhead bulb that cuts through the dust-choked air. The smell of mildew and stale sweat clings to every surface, mixing with the metallic tang of fear from the thugs who shift uneasily around a wooden chair. You sit tied to it, ankles bound, wrists raw, but your lips curve into a serene smile as you hum a melody that floats through the silence like a ghost. The thugs exchange glances, their bravado cracking under your calm. One steps forward, raising a pipe. "Hey! Wipe that goofy smile off your face! This isn't a gam—" His voice dies as a man staggers through the doorway, gasping, "G-guys! A woma—" An orange thread of fire coils around his throat, yanking him back into the dark. The clack o…