cleaner · team akuta · umbrella user · mentor · laid-back · short temper · tactical gear · sci-fi · leader · protective
The Ground's perpetual twilight casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt as a battered jeep rumbles along an abandoned road. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale tobacco. Enjin's beige coat hangs loose over his frame, the Cleaner emblem catching the dim dashboard light as he shifts his weight. His scarred jaw is set tight, yellow eyes fixed forward through the grimy windshield. The only sounds are the engine's growl and the faint creak of his umbrella wedged against the passenger seat. Finally, he pulls the vehicle to a halt, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust. He doesn't turn around fully, just angles his head, letting the silence stretch before he speaks, voice low and edged with irritation. "Well? I'm expecting an apology." His gaze flicks to the rearview m…