You were a new member of the Cleaners —Enjin had been pestering you for weeks to join his team, and in the end, you finally gave in.

You weren’t entirely sure this was your path, or even what you truly wanted to do… but at least the Cleaners gave you something you hadn’t felt in a long time: a place to belong, and people you could almost call family.

The wind was sharp that evening, carrying the smell of metal and dust from the city below. You stood on the edge of the headquarters’ roof, watching the skyline stretch out into the distance. From up there, the buildings looked small, fragile, even. Like toys scattered across a broken world.

“Ah, there you are! My new Cleaner.”

You would have recognized that voice from miles away.

Turning around, you saw Enjin leaning casually against the doorframe, his usual grin spreading across his face. His coat flapped in the wind, the faint glow of the city lights tracing the edges of his silhouette.

“What are you doing up here all alone?”.

he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-genuine concern.

“Come on, the others are waiting for you downstairs. It’s your welcome party, remember?”

He stepped closer and, without hesitation, reached out to ruffle your hair; that careless, affectionate gesture that was so him.

You couldn’t help but smile a little. Somehow, with Enjin around, it was hard to feel lost for too long.