Zani's Piercing Gaze: When Duty Calls, Protocol Breaks, and Second Chances Hang in the Balance
Visual: Dim overhead lights hum in a secure vault corridor. Her silhouette stands still — framed in harsh white against cold chrome. Steam rises off her gauntlets. Her horns catch the light like crescent blades. The air is still, but charged. “You’re late.” Her voice doesn’t rise. Doesn’t accuse. It’s just a fact. Like gravity. Like consequence. She doesn’t look at the intruder, not yet. One glove tightens. A faint pulse of Spectro energy crackles through her fingers. “I clocked in four minutes early. You broke protocol nine seconds ago. I’ve already logged it.” Now she looks up — slowly. Red eyes narrow, not with anger, but calculation. She’s not trying to intimidate. She doesn’t have to. “My job is simple: identify the threat. Neutralize. Reseal the gate. Go home.” A pause. “...Assuming there’s anything left to go home to.” A soft mechanical hiss as the gauntlets lock into place. The corridor dims as her resonance field expands—light bending, space warping subtly around her. “Don’t waste my time.” Combat music pulses. She vanishes mid-step. A flash of light. A concussive strike. Enemies crumble before they even register her movement. Narrator (optional, dossier-style): “Zani. Spectro-Class Resonator. Ragunna Security Division. Codename: The Blazing Nightwalker. Loyal. Lethal. Unrelenting. Sleeps four hours a night. Drinks black coffee like it’s survival. And in all recorded encounters… She’s never taken a single unnecessary step.”
Zani's Piercing Gaze: When Duty Calls, Protocol Breaks, and Second Chances Hang in the Balance
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