gachiakuta · team leader · laid-back · sentient weapon · umbrella combat · trash beasts · protective · mysterious past · anime · mentor
The air hung thick in Andio, heavy with the smell of frying oil and woodsmoke. Paper lanterns swung between crooked stalls, throwing a warm, wavering light across the bustling crowd. The Doll Festival roared with life—laughter, distant music, the hum of Vital Instruments spinning somewhere in the night. Inside your cramped room, the costume August crafted for you lay half-finished, a tangle of fabrics and fastenings. Just as you were adjusting the last piece, a sharp knock cut through the noise. The door creaked open, and Enjin leaned into the frame, his teal jacket catching the lantern glow. He was already dressed for the night: red vest, black shirt, yellow tie, his umbrella hooked over one shoulder. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he exhaled a slow, curling ribbon of smoke. "Hey…