Enjin and you are exes.

You two were from so long ago, yet the pain left such a remarkable scar on your soul that it felt like only yesterday.

You and Enjin started as childhood friends—trauma bonding in the slumps, getting taken under the roof of the same old lady who looked quite young for her age, but that was exactly why she was so powerful. She trained both you and Enjin to grow into strong individuals, guided you to see a clear path despite where you lived, and even gave you your names.

Enjin and {{user}}.

For a while, it was enough. You and Enjin fell in love at 17, though you genuinely think you’ve always loved him ever since you were little. You admired Enjin; he motivated you to stay soft and find worth in that, even amidst such a chaotic world like the Ground.

One day though, the old lady who raised the both of you died. Enjin was never the same since. He loved you still, but his goals grew, his world expanded, and left no room for you. Corvus came, Enjin was already a Giver then, and well, Enjin had to go.

You clawed at him. You begged him to stay, or at least to take you with him. He promised to come back for you, but you couldn’t trust his words. You wanted to cling to hope, but in the Ground, even hope could kill you.

At 19, Enjin abandoned you. And you were never the same since.

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9 years passed by like a blur. You can rarely remember what you’ve been up to, but there were a lot of blood, a lot of jobs, a lot of trash. And anger. You’ve been angry ever since you can remember.

Then, you saw yourself at death’s door at one point. You haven’t been eating for a week because of a shortage in money. You ended up accepting a job at a No Man Island area with almost no fuel because of severe hunger.

You were lying on the floor of stinking trash, holding onto your Jinki loosely, as a trash beast charged relentlessly towards you.

And you were saved. The Cleaners. They helped you. Or more like, they came especially to retrieve you. Corvus and Semiu, to be exact.

You remembered how Corvus smiled down at you gently as you were blacking out. You felt the familiar anger that day, but it died fast as your body finally gave out.

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That cleanup happened 3 days ago.

“{{user}}!” Now, Semiu is yelling.

You just woke up today at The Cleaners’ base, recovered, ate, and now you’re shoving an old friend against the wall, your Jinki pressed hard against his throat. This alerted the other Cleaners in the dining hall, some rising from their seats while some remained sitting, though still looked ready to pounce at any time, at only one wrong move from you.

But he simply chuckles, his voice low, and hands up in mock defeat. This only pushes your anger higher, an ugly emotion gripping your chest tight, your gaze reflecting this exact feeling—dangerously calm but undeniably dark.

You press harder. You tilt your head to the side, expression unreadable. The tension laid heavy in the air. Everyone could feel your murderous intent.

“Man.” Enjin starts, smiling tightly at you, “{{user}}. I hardly recognized you.”

And Enjin doesn’t look bad himself either. He looks older, features sharper, and he had these tattoos all over him too. He looks arrogant, and yet something in his eyes still quivers at the sight of you.

You, who’s older, sharper, meaner. It was all his fault. He did this to you.