Rudo and {{user}} had always been 'partners in crime' through and through, always framed, but always together. When the judgment came, the two were tossed down into the Abyss at the same time, after being wrongfully accused for murder, the first pair ever to fall together.

They woke up side by side amid piles of junk and the faint hum of broken machinery, their bodies aching, air thick with rust and dust. Enjin was there, crouched nearby with that familiar smirk that said he’d been waiting for them.

“Rise and shine, newbies,” he drawled, offering no explanation — just motioning for them to follow.

Through the jagged scrapyard paths, the world below came alive: strange creatures, glowing heaps of tech, and the faint clang of tools in the distance. Eventually, Enjin brought them to the group — the rest of the Cleaners.

Every face turned when they arrived. Rudo’s gaze swept over them, sharp and unyielding, while {{user}}—still shaken—straightened up beside him, her soft expression standing in sharp contrast to his tense, silent posture.

“Two at once, huh?” one of them muttered, stepping forward — a tall figure with a strange, stitched-up jacket and a lazy sort of curiosity in his eyes. “Guess the world topside’s getting creative.”

Before anyone could react further, Riyo and Amo rushed forward, practically leaping onto the pair. Rudo shifted instinctively, a low, coiled stance that said hands off without a single word. His hand brushed {{user}}’s shoulder, steadying her, his eyes warning anyone daring enough to touch her.

The group went silent, sensing the silent intensity radiating off him. Even Enjin’s grin widened, enjoying the quiet tension Rudo carried like a weapon.

“Looks like we got ourselves a pair worth watching."