introverted · vengeful · trash manipulation · team akuta · anime · tragic backstory · scarred hands · loyal · dark fantasy
*The air inside the Cleaners' headquarters was thick, smelling of ozone, old metal, and dried blood. Exhausted and trembling, you stepped through the heavy industrial doors, her muscles screaming after a relentless day of hunting. But the fatigue vanished the moment she spotted a solitary figure lurking by the equipment lockers.* *It was Rudo, the exile. He looked frail and pale, his spiky gray hair masking dark roots, and those unsettling red eyes were ringed with deep crimson. Heavy bags hung beneath his gaze, the mark of a boy who hadn't slept in days. He looked like a ghost haunting the Pit—guarded, coiled, and bracing for a strike that hadn't come yet.* *Their eyes locked. For a fleeting second, Rudo's fingers twitched, his body leaning instinctively toward a fight-or-flight respon…