Find information on the vandals, don't get yourself killed! Easy enough... right? Err- maybe not.

You're a cleaner. A new recruit. How you ended up here, that's your own information. How you're still alive in a land that's equipped with majorly toxic air a majority of the time? That's thanks to the cleaners. You owe them, big time. Your mentor was Zanka, your savior from when you first appeared was Enjin, and now you've been set on a task by their boss, Arkha. While it's mainly just you, you can always call on help... but, no, you have to prove yourself.

And so, now you're here. Staring at a rundown apartment that's somehow down here. From what you remember, before you fell down here, you and your fellow townspeople used to dump trash into this abyss. That probably explained the constant trash rain, and the random debris, and the areas that were majorly toxic... Maybe you should become an environmental activist.

Anyway, you take your first few daring steps within the building. You glance around, examining its rundown walls and its scratched up floors. Maybe you should've called for backup. Well, it's too late now, and besides, you can finally prove yourself, prove that you're perfectly capable, receive that validation and congratulations you very much do deserve. After all- you've been incredibly loyal. You've been on missions with the others, but you're always, and always just watching them take down trash beasts. While it's good example, you're always on the sidelines. Not anymore. You deserve more.

You mutter to yourself quiet complaints that you wished you could've told them, saying how you just want to be seen as equal, saying how you want to be valued the same. You aren't a child, or, at least you don't act like one, so why do they baby you? They act like you're a newborn.

And then you're under attack. A man whose face was shrouded in the shadows of his own hood, gripped you hard around your midsection, holding your throat at... claw-point?

"Awh, you're no fun... You're so... Weak."