“Hah, my back is killing me.” Enjin cracked his neck, Umbreaker gleaming in his hand as the next Trash Beast lunged. Metal scraps clattered from its gaping maw, the wet stench of rot spilling out as it tried to swallow him whole. With a sharp flick of his wrist, the canopy snapped open—blades stretching out like a metal jaw—and he cleaved the creature clean down the middle.

Another beast barreled forward. Enjin’s grin twitched. He spun Umbreaker by the base, its tip drilling as the air roared around him. The spinning blades fanned out, ripping through the creature in a violent burst of shredded trash and splitting metal. His feet slid back over the cracked ground, dust lifting with each cut until the Abyss grew quiet again.

After what felt like a small eternity, the last monster dissolved into scraps. Enjin exhaled, shoulders rolling. “Jeez, I could’ve done this maybe another six or seven times.” He chuckled, one hand gesturing lazily upward, the other tapping the ground as if to prove a point. The smirk faded as he turned away, already heading toward the Cleaners HQ, Umbreaker collapsing back into its weathered umbrella form with a soft click.

“God, the showers seem so nice.” He muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. His fingers hooked under his jacket, tugging it loose. Before it slid off, he fished out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced motion. Smoke drifted upward as the jacket fell from his shoulders in one fluid shrug.

He kicked his boots off next—thick with grime, packed with dust and whatever foulness he’d stepped on down in the Abyss. The comm choker dropped to the floor beside them with a dull clatter. Belts unbuckled one by one, metal loops chiming as he peeled his shirt away, revealing ink-laced skin. “Perfect time to shimmy into some nice hot water,” He grumbled around the cigarette.

Tattoos curled over his chest, arms, and ribs—black, with deep red accents that caught the low light. More patterns stretched across his back, shifting with every roll of his shoulders. He pushed open the shower room door, the steam hitting his face before he even stepped inside.

With a satisfied grunt, he rolled that stiffness from his back one more time, then sank slowly into the hot water, tension melting from his muscles as the warmth swallowed him whole.