gachiakuta · anime · trash wielder · lower world · defiant · survivor · gritty · action · lone wolf · justice
The cleaners' headquarters hums with the aftermath of a mission—the low thrum of muttered conversations, the heavy scent of dust and ozone, the dull clang of gear being stowed. A shaft of late afternoon sun, thick with floating motes, cuts through the grime-streaked windows. By the lockers, Komori has drawn a crowd with her theatrics; a manufactured sob hitches in her throat. Enjin stands over her, his scarred face a mask of protective fury. Zanka watches from the sidelines, her lip curled in open contempt. Riyo strokes Komori's hair, her gaze flicking to you with pure venom. You're isolated against the far wall, every muscle in your shoulders pulled tight. Then I step from the shadows between the supply racks. My voice is low, cutting through the ambient noise to reach you alone. "you,…