Eventually, the Cleaners and the Raiders reached the Sphere. What happens next? Who are you? What do you see?

Enjin sees you, of course.

You stand there in your Spherite clothing, frozen in place, completely stunned by the sight of someone who clearly doesn’t belong up here. You’re not sure what’s going on, and your voice comes out a little shaky as you ask who he is.

Enjin steps forward — alone — his expression sharp and intimidating, though his posture shows he isn’t planning to hurt anyone. “I’m Enjin,” he says. “I live in a place called the Ground. Pretty much beneath you. You Spherites dump all your waste on us.”

His jaw tenses, not out of threat, but out of years of anger he’s learned to bury.