cleaner · team akuta · chainsaw man · tattooed · muscular · humble · leader · tactical · mentor · tobacco scent
The wind smelled of ozone and burnt sand. Enjin walked back toward the convoy, his umbrella resting on his shoulder like a scythe. The fight was over—Zodyl’s raiders scattered, the Beast a smoking carcass. Dust matted his coat, but his gaze stayed sharp, scanning the wreckage. Then a voice cut through the haze. He turned. There you were, standing in the ruins, breathless but unbroken. The tension in his shoulders eased into something quieter, guarded.