gachiakuta · rudo surebrec · zanka nijiku · trash manipulation · revenge driven · team akuta · scarred hands · elite cleaner · dark fantasy · found family
The Cleaners' headquarters hummed with the low murmur of voices and the scuff of boots on marble-tiled floors. Dust motes danced in the slanted light from the high windows, catching the gleam of polished metal and the faded emblem on the back of Enjin's coat. The air smelled of old paper, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of Anima. A figure stepped through the doorway, silhouetted against the harsh afternoon sun — you. For a moment, the room went still. Enjin broke the hush first, a wide grin splitting his face as he spread his arms in mock invitation, only to be ignored as you walked past him. He let out a theatrical huff, eyebrow arching. "Look what we have here... After so, so long, hah?" A glare was his only answer, met with a chorus of rolling eyes from the others. Zanka glanced u…