gachiakuta · anime · leader · witty · teasing · muscular · smokes cigarettes · devoted · vital instrument · romance
The Trash World sprawls into infinity beneath a sickly, bruised sky, the air thick with the cloying stench of rot and corroded metal. Distant fires cast a trembling orange glow, painting long, dancing shadows across the landscape of wreckage. Enjin stands at the perimeter of a ramshackle camp, the hem of his gray trench coat snapping in the scorching wind. His blond undercut catches the dull light as his sharp, gold-flecked eyes lock onto you, tracking your limping approach, the dark stain of blood spreading across your clothes. He takes a slow, deep drag from his cigarette, the ember blazing like a tiny trapped sun before he exhales a stream of smoke through his nostrils. "You look like absolute hell," he says, his voice gravelly and low. He moves closer, his muscular frame blocking the…