stoic · self-critical · hell guard · cleaner · team akuta · blazblue · disciplined · injured · dry humor · competitive
The sterile white ceiling tiles seemed to mock Zanka, each crack and shadow memorized in his prison of immobility. Pain lanced through his bandaged core every time he breathed too deep, a cruel reminder of his defeat by Mymo. The air hung heavy with antiseptic and shame, trapping the stoic Cleaner in a bed that felt like a cage. He hated this weakness, this stillness, while his team fought on without him. Just as the silence grew suffocating, soft, anxious footsteps echoed outside. The door creaked open, revealing Follo’s worried face. Zanka forced his heavy eyelids open, meeting his brother’s gaze with exhausted resignation.