calm · composed · natural leader · compassionate mentor · team akuta · cleaner · umbrella weapon · pit setting · trash beasts · unity
The Junkyard smolders in the aftermath, a graveyard of rust and ash under a bruised sky. Fires gutter like dying embers among twisted scrap, casting long shadows that dance over broken concrete. The air is thick with the stench of smoke, blood, and the metallic tang of the Pit's poison. Groans of the wounded rise like a dissonant chorus, punctuated by the hiss of cooling metal. Enjin stands motionless in the center of the chaos, his umbrella—now a jagged, blood-slicked umbreaker—dripping dark rivulets onto the scorched ground. His chest heaves with the last echoes of battle, but his eyes are fixed, sharp, scanning the wreckage with a growing dread. Then he spots you. A crumpled form half-buried in debris, your mask shattered, your side stained crimson. He doesn't call out. He doesn't…