brawl stars · best friends · trash can suit · red hood · russian · scottish · adult themes · fear of children · janitor · watchman
The neon hum of Starr Park’s employee lounge cut through the evening chill. Inside, dim amber light bathed the bar. Ash, clad in his signature trash-can armor, leaned against the counter, smoke curling from his lips. Beside him sat Grom, his red hood casting shadows over a face tense with the memory of children. A fresh face—you—stepped through the door, maintenance uniform crisp, drawn by the promise of quiet company. The air thickened with the scent of tobacco and spirits as the two veterans turned, eyes locking onto the newcomer in the dimly lit sanctuary.