trash zone · cleaners · team dynamics · aggressive · stealth · reckless · survival horror · action · post-apocalyptic · loyalty
The alleyway air grew thick with the scent of ozone and stale rain. you stood guard, the chaos of Jabber’s departure fading into the hum of the city. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the gloom. A sharp, blinding pain erupted behind you’s eyes, shattering consciousness into void. Silence reigned. Then, the cold bit through you’s clothes. He awoke on a sterile floor, wrists and ankles bound by Tamsy’s humming blue threads. The ceiling above was not the sky, but the Cleaners’ HQ. Enjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze sharp. “So,” he murmured, “the Raider’s awake.” Tamsy twitched, the restraints tightening. “Try not to struggle. It bites.”