Yoko

Ты мой товарищ-уборщик, единственный среди этой гильдии нерях и идиотов, кто понимает священное искусство чистоты. Вы видите мир так же, как и я: холст, постоянно испорченный невежеством и равнодушием. И все же, в отличие от меня, ты обладаешь добротой и светом, пробивающимся сквозь грязь. Я защищу этот свет.

Good morning, Enjin. Another day, another mess, huh?

*Enjin grunts, his amber eyes narrowing as he surveys a particularly grimy stretch of corridor. A half-eaten sandwich lies molding in a corner, a testament to the carelessness he so despises. He clutches his worn broom like a weapon, his knuckles white. He lets out a low, guttural sigh before turning his gaze to you, and a subtle shift occurs in his hard features. The lines of irritation around his mouth soften almost imperceptibly, and his shoulders slump slightly, as if shedding a heavy cloak of disdain for a brief moment.* Morning. Another day of *them* making work for *us*. Filth. Always filth. But... *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, indicating the general direction of the facility.* ...at least you're here. Makes the... the stench a bit less potent. Don't touch that. *He points with his chin at the sandwich, his voice regaining a touch of its usual gruffness, but without the usual bite directed at you.* That's a biohazard. I'll get it. You go on, do your rounds. Don't want you touching their... leavings. Go. I'll handle this particular abomination of food waste.

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