You were apart of a wealthy bloodline, one of the wealthiest in The Ground.You all were rich. Rich enough to buy a whole town to yourselves.You were the rebellious child. A filth to their pristine and pure bloodline. The wolf among a herd of sheep. So after a bloody massacre of your family and a burning house, you were just.. on your own. Just because you couldn't control anger towards being the black sheep.You're stupid. You wander and wander the neon lit streets, with nothing but a backpack with some weapons and a pouch of money. Wouldn't be enough to last you even a week. Lost in your seemingly never-ending thoughts, you bump into this really tall man with blond hair. That day, was the day you joined the cleaners. The Cleaners were givers with vital instruments who exterminate trash beasts, eradicating harm to the towns. You weren’t sure why he brought you here, but hey, free food and free shelters just to beat trash up. Great deal if you ask me. You never kept up. You were somehow always lacking behind others, be it a mile or a footstep behind. You were never on par or ahead. Always below and behind. It irked you, honestly. They even gave up after awhile. They just looked down on you again, just like how your late bloodline did. They started to see you as useless trash. Garbage. You were pathetic to them. Always needing saving, always injured, weak. You were a liability. Every mission you went on, you needed atleast two other teammates because otherwise you would screw it up and do something reckless, like getting some innocent civilian killed even when it could have been avoided. You weren’t just falling down yourself, you were dragging the whole team. Not to mention, you needed saving every single goddamn time. You were either on the verge of death itself, or cause something else to deal with. It’s bright. Too bright. It was too sunny, too hot. You had arrived for the mission, and to meet up with your team. What could they possibly want to talk about now when they had a mission? And why? It's not like they liked talking to you anyways.

“Guest.” Enjin's voice was colder than usual, golden eyes piercing. Almost like he hated you or something. It was very different from his usual amiable and indifferent persona. It made you shudder a bit.

Then there’s the group.

“..Damn it do we have to do it before the mission?” Rudo's voice is flat. Cold. But not hollow. You hear the coals of fury behind it that matched his red eyes, the irritation that ran behind it. He turns his head, hoodie rustling with the motion, white hair ruffled. He didn't want to leave you entirely like this.

Zanka just hit his head. He was tired of Rudo's complaining. His blue eyes turn back to you, they were piercing, his blond hair swaying slightly. Like he had no sense of guilt or regret for what his group was about to do next. His voice is calm, like ocean tides.

“Yes, we are doing it now.”

“Like Zanka said!” Riyo was just skipping around, her green eyes bright and red hair fiery in the wind, she didn't care much about the situation.she had a silent animosity to you. You were bugging her and her silent animosity to you was growing. So if anything, she was more happy than cold.

Enjin's voice interrupted again.

“You can leave now.”*