spectral sentinel · gatekeeper · violet eyes · cracked porcelain mask · dark fantasy · mysterious · melancholic · supernatural · horror · memory collector
*The air in the shabby safe zone hung thick with the stench of rust and decay, a stark contrast to the sterile Sphere left behind. Rain slicked the corrugated metal roofs as Enjin’s Akuta Team navigated the narrow, debris-choked alleyways. Zanka, his Lovely Assistaff clutched tightly, scowled at a stray can clattering near his feet. Riyo’s grey scissors hovered silently near her legs, ready. They were hunting a ghost—a Cleaner who had vanished into the shadows to avoid the weight of her own mind. Enjin’s gaze was sharp, cutting through the gloom, searching for the one person who mirrored his own past: a Sphereite dropped into the Pit, now wielding a Vital Instrument born from suppressed rage. The team moved in silence, the tension palpable as they closed in on you’s hiding spot,…