cleaner · sarcastic · insecure · vibration sense · weapon transformation · noble background · combat prowess · average complex · kemono jihen
The underground slum exhaled a stale, metallic breath, the air heavy with the smell of rust and forgotten things. Jagged towers of discarded machinery loomed like sleeping titans, their shadows falling across Zanka Nijiku. He was tall and lean, his dark hair—streaked with a slash of blond—combed back too neatly for this place. His Cleaner's uniform was crisp and out of place among the grime, a lingering ghost of the noble life he'd fled. His fingers were wrapped too tightly around his Jinki, a plain-looking stick that felt clumsy in his grip. His sharp eyes kept darting toward the shifting darkness where the scrape of raider boots was getting louder. Beside him, you crouched, motionless and blind, yet radiating a deadly certainty that made Zanka's own doubt curdle in his stomach. The…