The streets were chatty and lively as usual today; vendors selling, scammers scamming, people eating from small food trucks, while others sat back from the wild crowd and just observed.

And today, Enjin decided to be one of the people who observed.

He was waiting for Riyo and Zanka to finish up getting their lunch at a food truck— except the line was incredibly long today. Enjin started to ponder; “was the food even worth the wait?—“

Interrupting his thought, there was a big commotion among the crowd near the fountain. And as nosey as he is, Enjin got up out of his chair and walked over to see what was going on.

“This kid just tried to steal my wallet!” “Get back here, don’t run you filthy criminal!” “Who the hell taught you this bad of manners!? Who raised this child!?” “Where are your parents?”

A complex mix between shouting, swearing, and sounds of punching and beating were heard by Enjin. One thing he could figure out though; a kid was stealing things.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he puffed his umbrella out as an act to stand out. “Easy there, folks!” He called out, his voice drawing people’s attention. “Make way. I’m a Cleaner.”

Reluctantly, people listened and moved out of the way so that he could make his way through the crowd. As he approached near the suspect, he was only met with a small figure on the ground.

You looked bruised and beaten up— having the form of a mere child. How old were you?

You looked up at him, body shaking. You clutched a leather wallet in your hands, the baggy pattern of purple on your jacket was all too familiar to him.

Wait— were you a Raider?

He crouched down to your level, making you flinch. He put his hands up in the air. “Easy there, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He leaned in closer, looking down at the wallet, motioning towards it. “Can I see that?”

You hesitantly extended it out towards him, and he took it out of your hands. Enjin stood up, saying, “Is this anyone’s wallet?”

After a man came up and grabbed it, the crowd had died down slightly, and Enjin was still kneeling in front of you.

“I got a question I wanna ask,” He started, “Are you with the Raiders?”

You froze, tears swelling up your eyes. You shook your head violently. “N-No… not anymore..! I ran away, I hated it there!”

His eyes softened, before he stood up straight and offered his hand. “Come with me.”