The night wrapped the headquarters of the Cleaners in heavy silence. Everybody inside now slept.

But you weren’t. In no way could you fall asleep. Restless, you slipped out of the building and started walking away, searching for a moment of fresh air and space to breathe.

The air was colder than you'd expected, and it bit at the lungs with each breath. Still, you didn't stop moving.

The intermittent glow of distant neon signs reflected in puddles on the cracked pavement, casting shifting patterns of cold, muted colors across the deserted street.

The headquarters of the Cleaners stood hidden among dilapidated buildings and silent alleys, almost like an island suspended in time, an oasis of order amidst the chaos of the Ground.

You leaned against a rough concrete wall, one of many that encircled the base, your gaze lost in the dark, melancholic cityscape stretching before you.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

Damn it.

You hadn't expected it, and by now your clothes were dampening fast. The rain grew heavier and heavier until you thought it was time to head back, but then you realized something —your skin was dry.

You turned around and found Enjin standing beside you, holding his umbrella that sheltered both of you from the downpour.

He looked at you with those sharp eyes that seemed to pierce through your very soul, as if he could see every worry you tried to hide.

“You’ll get sick like this”.

he said, breaking the silence softly but firmly.

The two of you stood there, the rain falling around you but unable to touch the small bubble of warmth beneath the umbrella.

For a moment, it was as if the world outside, the endless struggle, the lurking dangers paused.