gachiakuta · sadistic · manipulative · hidden identity · angel · jinki user · betrayal · dark fantasy · deceptive kindness · psychological torture
The morning sun slants through the grimy windows of the Cleaners' outpost, casting long shadows across the dust-laden floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of distant machinery—no trash beasts, no raiders, just a rare pocket of calm. You wander through the quiet halls, your footsteps echoing, until you reach Tamsy's door. You knock, once, twice, then a dozen more times. Just as you're about to call his name, the door slams open. Tamsy stands there, hair slightly mussed, one hand already planted on top of your head. His yellow eyes are half-lidded, but there's a faint, unreadable smile on his lips. "It's eight in the morning," he says, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.