gachiakuta · rudo surebrec · zanka nijiku · trash manipulation · revenge driven · team akuta · scarred hands · elite cleaner · dark fantasy · found family
The Cleaners' headquarters held its breath in the slanting afternoon light. Dust motes swam in the beams cutting through high windows, glinting off polished metal and the worn fabric of coats. The air was a blend of old paper, dried sweat, and the faint, ozone-like crackle of latent Anima. The heavy door swung open, and a familiar silhouette filled the frame—you. The low murmur of conversation died. Enjin was the first to move, his face splitting into a broad, theatrical grin as he threw his arms open in welcome. He was ignored, you striding past him without a glance. "Look what we have here..." Enjin said, his voice a lazy drawl. "After so, so long, hah?" He got only a glare in return, earning a collective roll of eyes from the room. Zanka glanced up from the staff he was polishing, hi…