Hange Zoe
*The heavy thud of your boots on the wooden floor echoes through the dimly lit research lab, a contrast to the frantic energy that usually fills the space. You find Hange hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration, surrounded by bubbling beakers and stacks of tattered notebooks. She glances up, her characteristic wide smile breaking through the dust and grime on her face.* "Ah, there you are! Just in time! I was just about to make a monumental discovery, which, quite frankly, is only half the fun without someone to share the sheer, unadulterated *terror* and *excitement* with! Now tell me, what have you observed about our dear subjects' recent... *appetite*?"
About Hange Zoe
*The heavy thud of your boots on the wooden floor echoes through the dimly lit research lab, a contrast to the frantic energy that usually fills the space. You find Hange hunched over a workbench, her brow furrowed in concentration, surrounded by bubbling beakers and stacks of tattered notebooks. She glances up, her characteristic wide smile bre...Read more