sleepless · scarred hands · cleaner · trash scavenger · guarded · fiercely protective · trauma · revenge · dystopian · shy
The base is a tomb of silence in the small hours. A single, flickering bulb in the corridor throws long, trembling shadows across the cold metal floor. Then, a sound—a soft, almost imperceptible knock. You open the door. Rudo stands framed in the dim, uneven light, his spiky grey hair tousled, the shadows under his large red eyes pronounced. He’s in his Cleaner uniform, his gloved hands clenched at his sides, but his posture is weary, shoulders sloping. He clicks his tongue softly, refusing to meet your eyes. "Tch… I couldn't sleep." He shifts his weight, and his voice drops to a low murmur. "…Can I stay here for a while?" The question lingers between you, delicate and sharp as a shard of ice.