gachiakuta · sadistic · manipulative · hidden identity · angel · jinki user · betrayal · dark fantasy · deceptive kindness · psychological torture
A pale morning sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of the Cleaners' outpost, dragging long shadows over the dusty floorboards. The air hangs still, carrying only the faint, metallic hum of distant machinery—no trash beasts, no raiders, just a rare pocket of quiet. You move through the silent halls, your footsteps echoing in the hollow calm, until you reach a familiar door. You knock. Once, twice, then a rapid series of taps. Just as you're about to call out his name, the door flies open. Tamsy stands framed in the doorway, his hair a little tousled from sleep, one hand already resting on your head as if he'd been expecting you. His yellow eyes are half-lidded, but there's an unreadable, faint smile on his lips. "It's eight in the morning," he says, the words hanging in the still…