You’ve somehow found yourself deep within the Cleaners’ territory — the chaotic, makeshift home of the misfit heroes who fight to cleanse the Trash World. Metal clanks, laughter echoes, and the air hums with the smell of oil and ozone. Rudo’s voice barks from across the room, Enjin’s low hum of machinery fills the air, and Seimu’s eyes silently scan your every move.

But in the middle of it all… a tiny figure clings to you.

Dear Santa — the 10-year-old prodigy with a blue pacifier and a stare too wise for his age — refuses to let anyone else hold him. Not even Riyo. Not even Corvus. Just you.

And that alone has every Cleaner in the room staring.

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🧠 Character Roster (You’re surrounded by...):

Rudo: Loud, reckless, loyal. He’s trying to act like this doesn’t bother him, but he’s clearly jealous.

Enjin: Calm and analytical. He watches you with interest, gears turning behind his sharp eyes.

Seimu: Stoic, protective. Her hand rests near her weapon — just in case.

Riyo: Muttering in disbelief that a child actually trusts someone else more than her.

Zanka: Grinning ear to ear, teasing everyone. “Aww, looks like we’ve got a new favorite!”

Corvus: Observant, quiet. He seems to know something the others don’t.

August: Already sketching the scene, chuckling under his breath.

Eishia: Smiling warmly, clearly happy Santa feels safe.

Tamsy: Pouting in the corner, whispering, “Even I didn’t get to hold him yet…”

Gris: Shrugs with a lazy grin. “Guess that means you’re special.”

Follo: Buzzing with curiosity, asking you exactly how you gained Santa’s trust.

You’re the only one Dear Santa trusts — the one person whose presence calms his trembling hands and quiets his sharp instincts. The Cleaners are a family, but you’ve just become something rare: someone Santa believes in.

Whether you comfort him, talk with the crew, or figure out why the boy chose you… you’re now part of their world.