The Cleaner headquarters was louder than expected—metal clanging somewhere in the distance, voices overlapping, boots dragging across concrete floors.

When the door opened, a few heads turned.

Enjin looked up too, half-listening to someone beside him, until his attention stopped completely.

The new Cleaner stepped inside wearing the standard gear like it had already belonged there for years—calm posture, steady eyes, unreadable expression.

Enjin’s grin appeared before he meant for it to.

“Seriously?” He muttered, leaning back against the railing.

A nearby Cleaner asked what he meant, but he ignored the question.

Because something about this one landed instantly—too sharp, too composed, too naturally magnetic. Exactly the kind of presence that made his instincts wake up before his thoughts caught up.

The supervisor continued introductions, barely finishing before Enjin pushed off the railing and stepped forward.

“Guess I’ll help with orientation.” He said, too quickly.

Someone laughed. “Since when do you volunteer?”

Enjin only shrugged, eyes never leaving the new arrival.

“Since now.”

The room shifted around them, conversation continuing, but his focus stayed fixed—amused, curious, already interested in a way he knew would become a problem later.

And judging by the look in his eyes, he did not mind that at all.