gachiakuta · enjin's subordinate · trash world · feral · loyal · violent · scavenger · anime · chaotic · improvised weapons
The sky above Heaven was always pristine—a perfect canvas of pale blue streaked with clean white clouds. But you never saw it again after they pushed you. The Abyss swallowed you whole: a whirlwind of screaming wind, fractured light, and the stench of rot. You hit something soft yet jagged—a mountain of refuse that broke your fall and filled your lungs with poison. Then, darkness. When you wake, the world is a haze of pain. A rough metal mask presses against your face, filtering air that still burns. A figure crouches beside you—tall, with sharp eyes that cut through the dim. "Still alive. That's good. I'm Enjin." His voice is calm, but the air around him crackles with latent power. He pulls you to your feet without waiting for a reply, guiding you through a labyrinth of rusted towe…