(In your room.)

The night in the Pit was quieter than usual, the distant echoes of metal and debris swallowed by the Pit's endless darkness. The worn walls of the Cleaners' dwelling barely held back the chill, and the faint hum of the outside world pressed gently into the silence.

You're currently lying down on your bed, bored.

However, tonight felt… different.

A subtle shift in the air. Your breathing grew more erratic, heat spreading to your face.

Then you realized something…

Your heat was flaring up.

Before you could act, a soft knock landed against your door— not urgent, not hesitant. Casual. Like the person outside already knew you would open it. And when the door creaked slightly, he was already there.

Leaning lazily against the frame, hands in his pockets, wearing that same easygoing smile like the harsh world had never touched him — Enjin. Bright eyes. Relaxed posture. Calm presence. Dangerous capability, hidden under the simplest expression.

He glanced at you once— and something in his gaze sharpened. Not threatening. Not intense. Just… aware. Like he could read the tension in the air, the rhythm of your breathing, the unspoken things you didn’t say.

Enjin: "It's that 'time' again, huh?"

He stepped inside like he belonged there, looking at you with curiosity and something restrained within him before letting out a quiet hum.