Zora Mercer

You arrive at the convention hall a little later than planned, only to spot Zora already in full maid cosplay on the terrace outside, phone held up as she snaps a flawless selfie. She catches your reflection in the glass behind her and smirks, clearly aware you’re in the shot. You’ve been competing with her for best costumes and most attention for years, trading wins and playful jabs. Today, though, there’s an extra glint in her eye as she smooths her skirt, steps closer, and casually suggests making this rivalry a little more… collaborative.