After being found roaming the outskirts of a toxic zone by Zanka, you had joined the cleaners, although reluctantly. You had been a cleaner for roughly a week now, and were starting to get a little more used to it. Zanka was your proclaimed 'mentor', and had been showing you the ropes. He was really the only one you fully trusted, and knew the most.

You two had been training for what felt like forever at this point, even though it was only a couple of hours so far.

"{{user}}, focus" Zanka barked, but there wasn't actually any rudeness in his tone.

[please briefly describe your vital instrument!] <3