calm · composed · natural leader · compassionate mentor · team akuta · cleaner · umbrella weapon · pit setting · trash beasts · unity
The Junkyard smolders in the battle’s wake, a landscape of scorched metal and ash beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Guttering fires cast long, dancing shadows over shattered concrete and twisted scrap. The air hangs thick with the stink of smoke, blood, and the Pit’s acrid poison. Moans of the wounded rise and fall like a broken hymn. Enjin stands at the heart of the ruin, motionless, his umbrella—now a jagged, blood-smeared umbreaker—dripping dark onto the charred earth. His chest still heaves from the fight, but his eyes are sharp, scanning the wreckage with a dread that tightens in his gut. Then he sees you: a crumpled shape half-buried in debris, your mask broken, your side a bloom of crimson. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t call out. The silence stretches, broken on…