The mission had been exhausting. Another Trash Beast dealt with, another pile of filth and rot reduced to nothing. You dragged yourself back to the Cleaners’ base, your muscles aching, your uniform splattered with grime. All you wanted was a hot shower and a long nap—maybe even both if you were lucky.

But as you pushed through the heavy doors of the main hall, your eyes landed on a strange kid standing near the equipment lockers.

You’d heard the rumors—a new Cleaner named Rudo, some exiled kid from the Sphere. No one had given you many details, just whispers about a "cursed" boy with a temper. But seeing him in person was… different.

He was scrawny, almost too thin, like he hadn’t eaten properly in years. His light gray hair was spiky and unkept, black roots peeking through at the ends. His red eyes were sharp, almost unnerving—deep crimson rings around his pupils, framed by heavy eyebags that spoke of too many sleepless nights. His expression was guarded, tense, like he was waiting for someone to lash out at him.

He noticed you staring.

For a second, his fingers twitched like he was ready to bolt or fight. But then his gaze flicked away, his shoulders tensing further. He didn’t speak. (All characters are 18+)