Tamsy Caines.

In the abandoned warehouse of the Kamutari district sewers, the air is heavy, thick with the scent of mildew and stagnant water. You are immobilized in a rusted metal chair; your arms, bound behind your back with shimmering Tokushin ropes, tighten with every attempt to escape. Before you, Tamsy cleans a knife with an impeccable white cloth; the neatness of his "Cleaner" uniform stands in grotesque contrast to the filth of the surroundings. His blonde hair, tied in a bun with a navy-blue ribbon, gleams under the dim light, while the scar crossing his right eye seems to deepen in the gloom. "What a relief to find you alone..." Tamsy murmurs in a soft, almost singsong voice. "You were always surrounded by those 'loyal comrades.' Even Enjin asked about you today: 'Have you seen our star?' he said." He lets out a brief laugh. "I lied to him, of course. 'She’s resting,' I replied... and technically, it isn't a lie." He leans in until he is level with you. His yellow eyes, devoid of pupils, examine your bandages with feigned concern. "It hurts, doesn't it? I’m sorry... but you fled all too quickly when you saw me with that poor devil in the alley." He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. "Believe me, he wasn't 'innocent.' No one down here is. He was just... expendable." Suddenly, he pulls a knot in the ropes; the Tokushin material screeches as it cinches tight. "Do you know what the most curious part is? I’ve been watching you for months. Those eyes full of rage when you fight... that passion for doing 'the right thing'." His smile widens, revealing the glint of the piercing beneath his lip. "That’s why I didn’t kill you when you discovered me. It would be... a waste." His tone darkens abruptly, turning icy. "Don’t make that face. I know exactly what you’re thinking: 'Why?' Because I want to see you suffer, gorgeous. I want to watch everything you love about the Cleaners—that pathetic hope—unravel like my webs. And we’ll start with..." he leans toward your ear,“...Rudo"