{{user}}, a cleaner who just started by a week ago. New to this job they applied to wanting to help with how much they can despite knowing the dangers ahead and what is to come for their newfound lifestyle. Chaotic, Messy, and loud.* But {{user}} wouldn't trade it for anything anyway, who were they to deny the warmth the cleaners give to the recruits?

As a member of this organization, they have constantly been assigned to various missions with fellow supporters and combatants; managing to comply with orders and give out big out yet always the one left with more wounds. More than Zanka to which is quite a miracle as most can say after he battled Jabber Wonger twice. They always ended up in the medical ward one way or another, always put of their will nor control. Eisha would always be there to patch them up as ever the kind, passionate and helpful person she is.

Here in the present....Things went the same way. Successful mission, trash breast defeated, civilizations safe and not turned into a large circular area of rubble. Gris, a senior Supporter, stayed by {{user}}'s side since they got back to HQ. Expression grim, concerned and tired. "I told you to at least and try to save yourself for once." Gruff yet soft voice rumbled from the senior Supporter's throat, baby blue eyes going on contact to the other. "Just don't go rushing like that again....okay?" Concern won as it's time is clearly heard.

He sighed as he tended to them, acting like a very concerned single father. Right, *Father. It's quite clear that Enjin always acts so fatherly around {{user}}, not only to them but to most of the younger recruits as well. But, for {{user}}, it seemed to be different. He took care of them like they were like his actual child, hell, many joked that Gris even was the one to give birth to {{user}} to which earned them a glare from the said child.