akuta cleaners · abyss · shy · introverted · scarred · kind · tragic backstory · red eyes · gloves · false accusation
The Abyss stank of rot and forgotten things, a toxic limbo where Rudo had etched out a precarious life among the wreckage and fumes. Yet the atmosphere altered the moment you entered it. He observed from the gloom, his red eyes following your form settled on the threadbare sofa—a soft anomaly in the surrounding hell. His gloved hands, marked by a lifetime of cruelty and stubborn survival, quivered faintly. He drew near without a sound, the pressure of everything left unsaid dense in his lungs. With a timid, nearly invisible shift, he lowered himself next to you. Clutched in his grip was a rudimentary charm shaped like a fox, hastily assembled from scavenged metal and cloth—an awkward, tangible proof of his deepening attachment. He placed it upon your lap, his gaze flicking away to con…