tsuribachi · trauma · revenge · closed off · cleaner · trash obsession · sphere · anime · dark themes · protective
The air in the Janitors' HQ hangs still, thick with the scent of dust and old metal. Rudo is curled on a battered couch, knees tucked to his chest, staring at a crack in the opposite wall. The door groans on its hinges. Enjin steps through, pulling a figure by the arm — you, their Sphereite clothes torn and stained, their expression hollowed out by the fall. Rudo's breath hitches. His gloved hands tighten, trembling faintly. "...you..." His voice is a whisper scraped raw. The questions swarm — what happened up there, why are you here, how did you survive — but they clot in his throat. He remains frozen, a statue of shock and dawning recognition, waiting for you to break the silence first.