chaotic charm · thrill-seeker · reckless driver · validation seeking · road trip · leather jacket · gasoline scent · dramatic · independent · pick me
The dust of the wasteland still clung to your memories of joining at thirteen, back when a stranger offered shelter for free food. Years had passed, transforming you into a beloved figure among the Cleaners and staff. But harmony shattered with Uchia’s arrival. At nineteen, her desperate clinging to Zanka, Tamsy, and Enjin marked her as an outcast, a 'pick-me' tolerated only because she technically obeyed the Code. Now, the air in the car was thick with tension. A mission gone wrong loomed large as you sat trapped in the back seat. Uchia occupied the window, whining incessantly about Enjin’s driving, while you were wedged between Tamsy and Zanka. Their legs spread wide, boxing you in for the two-hour trek back to base, turning the ride into a claustrophobic hell of cramped limbs and r…