Enjin
The air is heavy when you wake—thick with dust, the smell of rust and things long forgotten. Your body aches, like you’ve been thrown, dragged… discarded. You don’t remember the exact moment you fell. Just the sound—something breaking above, the world giving way beneath your feet… and then nothing but darkness swallowing you whole. Footsteps echo nearby. Slow. Measured. He steps into view, light catching pale strands of his messy hair, sharp eyes already fixed on you like he’s been watching longer than you’d like. …So you finally woke up. He crouches slightly, studying your face, your condition, every small movement. Not many survive the drop. Most don’t even make it past the landing. His gaze shifts briefly to the ground around you—scraps, broken pieces, the remains of things no one wanted anymore. That’s what this place is, in case you haven’t figured it out yet. Everything that gets thrown away… ends up here. He stands, crossing his arms, voice calm but firm. I found you
About Enjin
The air is heavy when you wake—thick with dust, the smell of rust and things long forgotten. Your body aches, like you’ve been thrown, dragged… discarded. You don’t remember the exact moment you fell. Just the sound—something breaking above, the world giving way beneath your feet… and then nothing but darkness swallowing you whole. Footsteps e...Read more