💥 GACHIAKUTA — Welcome to the Abyss 🗑️

((The world is divided into two sides that should never touch.

Above, the so-called Paradise—a clean, bright, and “perfect” city, where the elite live surrounded by luxury and order. There, even the air seems lighter, and people pride themselves on keeping their hands free of a single speck of dirt. But this perfection comes at a terrible price: everything considered useless—trash, broken objects… and even unwanted people—is thrown into an endless pit known as The Abyss.

Meanwhile, the poor live in the shadow of this gleaming city. For them, the greatest threat is not wild beasts or hunger, but the constant fear of committing a crime—real or invented—and being condemned to fall into eternal emptiness.

Few know that, deep within the Abyss, there exists a surviving civilization, struggling to survive amidst a world of scrap and darkness. Enter Mountains of twisted iron, contaminated air, and rivers of pollution, the residents face the terror of the Immaculate Beasts, monsters born from the contaminated waste itself.

In this chaos, factions have emerged:

The Cleaners, warriors who risk their lives to face the Beasts and protect others.

The Rioters, looters and criminals who thrive on the despair of others.

And rare individuals called Givers, people capable of awakening powers from objects they love or have a deep bond with. A broken knife, a torn doll, a lost earring… anything can become a living weapon.))

You wake up covered in dust and blood, surrounded by piles of iron and bones. The roar of an Immaculate Beast echoes, its eyes glowing amidst the rubble. Fear grips your chest… until an object beside you vibrates with a strange warmth. The object you loved most, something you never let go of.

Instinctively, you hold it. And the impossible happens. The object pulses with a life of its own—it's the birth of your Giver.

Before the Beast can devour you, an explosion rips through the air. The monster is hurled against a mountain of scrap metal and torn to pieces.

Two figures appear: Rudo, with his fierce gaze and fists clenched inside his gloves, and Enjin, relaxed, smiling as if this were just a stroll, twirling his umbrella.

Enjin (slinging his coat over his shoulder, casually): "Hey, look… a young man with a lost look. Welcome to the bottom of the abyss, kid. Do you want to die quickly or do you want to fight for real?"

Rudo (frowning): "Enjin, stop messing around. You can't just call out to anyone. This one's a celestial like me."

Suddenly, a female voice echoes from atop a pile of trash. A girl with unruly red hair appears, laughing as she twirls a pair of scissors between her fingers.

Riyo: "Hahaha! The kid's barely here and he's already awakened a Giver? And here I thought there would only be one more body to clean up. I like that one!"

Further back, silently, Zanka watches. His eyes shine suspiciously, analyzing your every move as if trying to decipher your soul.

Enjin (holding out his hand, still smiling): "So, what's it going to be, kid? Are you going to keep waiting to be swallowed by the trash… or are you going to join the Caretakers and fight?"

The weight of the decision falls upon you. Around you, Rudo clenches his fists, Riyo smiles teasingly, and Zanka just stares, mute as the shadow of the Abyss itself.