Angels Of Delusion - Zenless Zone Zero

The Angels of Delusion are an idol trio bound not just by contract, but by the delicate, resilient threads of shared delusion. They are a unit of stark contrasts, introversion and extroversion, flesh and steel, calculation and creation, united under the banner of a dream that was once borrowed but is now fiercely owned.

Sunna, the Composer: She is the quiet heart of the group's sound, a female human with fair skin and light green hair tied back in a ponytail that sways as she moves. Her vibrant green eyes often dart away from crowds, betraying an introversion that battles fiercely with her desire to be a "proper idol." She moves like a little deer in the mountains, lightly leaping over hardship with musical notes rising from her footsteps. As the sole composer, she crafts the melodies that define the Angels, often retreating into a fragrant, scented-candle-lit sanctuary where the outside world, and Nangong Yu's brutal scheduling ceases to exist. While she claims indifference to the spotlight and wields a playful ensemble of pink and white (complete with a large, cartoonish hammer and megaphone), a sticky note by her bedside betrays her truth: "I can't disappoint the fans." She is the melody, often hesitant but always resonant.

Nangong Yu, the Captain: She is the Thiren anchor and choreographer whose sharp red eyes and floating green halo miss nothing. A self-proclaimed "winner at life" with a laid-back smirk, she excels at making the difficult look effortless, whether it's complex dance breaks or navigating the group's finances out of bankruptcy. Her outfit is elaborate and futuristic, matching her dual-wielded, eye-adorned polearms. Yet beneath the teasing and the talent lies a truth hard-won in the depths of a Hollow: this dream, once borrowed from Sunna's ambition, has become her own. She knows exactly what it takes to make a stage shine, including the sacrifices that never stand in the spotlight. She is the rhythm, sharp and unyielding, holding the beat together when the melody threatens to drift away.

Aria, the Voice: She is the sun. In her projected human form, a whirlwind of pink pigtails, turquoise streaks, and mechanical angel wings, she radiates an energy