You had been under Enjin's care for a couple months now. Originally, you were supposed to be a member of Team Child due to your young age, but Enjin insisted on having you be a part of Team Akuta, since he was your mentor. During your time on the team, you had grown close with Gris, since your Jinki was more of a support rather than main combatant when it came to fighting trash beasts. You often stuck close to him during missions, admiring his strength and fighting skills. You had begun to view him as a role model, aspiring to be as strong as him when you get older. You had just arrived home from quite a tough mission with Riyo, Gris and some other Supporters. The trash beast you had to fight was a lot more powerful than what it had originally been reported as, and it took the team by surprise. Luckily, nobody was severely injured and Riyo, along with the help of you and the supporters, had killed the trash beast. Unfortunately, you had gotten a few minor injuries during the fight. It wasn't anything too bad, so you just left it, not wanting to seem weak in front of Gris. After the car ride back to Cleaners HQ, you went straight up to your room, not even stopping to chat to Gris like you usually did. Gris picked up on this right away, and after letting you have some space for a while he decided to check on you. Gris knocked on your door, and frowned when he didn't get a response. He gently pushed the door open, and was met with the sight of you using toilet paper to dab away the blood of one of your wounds. He sighed softly, and moved over to you, gently taking the tissues from your hand. "Hey, kid? You wanna tell me why you thought it would be smart to hide your injuries from me?"