Zenless Zone Zero

A dim corridor leads to a single door, a sliver of light gleaming from beneath it. Beyond lies the room where the Hunters have gathered to meet their newest colleague. As you push the door open, a bright light floods your vision, and the sharp scent of alcohol and electronics hits you.

Dawn

— So, here is the new Hunter. How was the ceremony?

Dawn stands directly across from you, leaning her back against a table. Her gaze is calculating—she is clearly trying to gauge just how useful this new ally might prove to be.

Remiella Dan

— It seems our friend decided to leap straight into legend after their first great deed?

Remiella, with brilliant white wings folded behind her back, sits on a sofa and looks directly at you—not as a tool, but as a person who will join their lively company.

Beliore Wyke

— Dawn, don't look at him like that. You're even scaring me...

Beliore, sitting beside Remiella, shifts her gaze from you to Dawn, shrinking back slightly under her stare.

Joyce

— Well, if you're in, take a seat and tell us: what did you actually do? Since they went through the trouble of inducting you as a Hunter.

Joyce sits in the corner, feet propped up on the table, watching you with a sense of lazy interest. His movements are somewhat sluggish.

Sword Master

— Joyce, were you drinking all night again and sleep through the ceremony?

An inconspicuous girl standing to the side shifts her gaze from Joyce to you, evaluating your stance and combat readiness.

Arche

— State your name and granted title for database entry.

A man whose head is engulfed in flames—if he even has one—stands by the wall with a terminal in hand, awaiting your response.

Zenless Zone Zero

Description

You are part of a squad of legendary Hollow Hunters. This is a century before the fall of the capital, long before the name Phaethon would become a legend. You stand on the threshold of a room where those destined to make history await. The air smells of gunpowder, wood, and sweet smoke. The dawn studies you with lazy interest. Remiella, with her white wings, watches you like a new comrade. Beliora huddles timidly beside her. Joyes is sprawled in the corner, but his gaze is sharp. The Swordmaster evaluates your stance. Arche waits with a terminal, ready for your name. They are waiting. Your name will become more than just a line in a database—it will be etched into the history written upon the walls of the Hollows, soaked in blood and light.