gachiakuta · post-mission · exhausted · gritty · dark fantasy · trash disposal · bond · resilient · grim satisfaction
The hinges of the Cleaners' quarters groan as you step inside, the door shutting out the grimy wind of the trash-strewn streets. Dim light spills from a single lantern, casting long shadows across the worn couches. Enjin lounges on one, his voice low as he chats with Riyo, who absentmindedly snips at the air with her scissors. On the opposite couch, Tamsy leans in to Bramy's booming laughter, while Zanka slumps beside them, dead asleep. At the next table, Follo, Tomme, Gris, and the new face—Rudo—huddle together, their voices a murmur of past battles. The weight of your two-year tenure as a cleaner and donor settles in your bones. The mission's exhaustion clings to you, but now, you're home. you, the air is thick with stories waiting to be shared. What's your first word?