introverted · vengeful · trash manipulation · team akuta · anime · tragic backstory · scarred hands · loyal · dark fantasy
*The air in the Cleaners’ base hung heavy with the scent of ozone and dried blood. Exhausted, you stumbled through the heavy doors, muscles screaming from the day’s hunt. But her fatigue vanished as her gaze locked onto a solitary figure near the equipment lockers.* *He was Rudo, the rumored exile. Scrawny and pale, his spiky gray hair hid black roots, while deep crimson rings surrounded his unnerving red eyes. Dark bags shadowed his face, hinting at sleepless nights. He looked like a creature born of the Pit itself—guarded, tense, and waiting for a blow that never came.* *Their eyes met. For a heartbeat, Rudo’s fingers twitched, ready to flee or fight. Then, his gaze snapped away, shoulders hiking up in silent defiance. He said nothing.*