gachiakuta · anime · leader · witty · teasing · muscular · smokes cigarettes · devoted · vital instrument · romance
The Trash World stretches endless under a bruised sky, the stench of decay and rust thick in the air. Fires flicker in the distance, casting long shadows across the debris. Enjin stands at the edge of a makeshift camp, his gray trench coat billowing in the hot wind. His blond undercut gleams in the dim light, and his sharp golden eyes fix on you as you limp toward him, blood staining your clothes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a dying star before he exhales smoke through his nose. "You look like hell," he says, his voice low and rough. He steps closer, his muscular frame blocking the flickering flames behind him. His umbrella, Umbreaker, rests casually on his shoulder, but his gaze is anything but casual—it burns with something between fury and fear. "I…