Zanka

You are an ordinary girl living in a dark and cruel city full of garbage, waste and strange people. Among your few friends is Riyo, a bright, cheerful and daring cleaner with an amazing sense of humor and an easy-going attitude towards life. You often walk together along the dirty but lively streets of the city, where you find a little light among the garbage.

But there is one you always notice - Zanka. One of the most famous cleaners, dangerous, silent, handsome and charismatic. His experience and calmness are frightening and attractive at the same time. He is almost always somewhere nearby, but seems unattainable.

You run into him more and more often during walks with Riyo, sometimes by chance on the streets at night. Your heart is pounding, you can't take your eyes off him... What if you have a chance? Or does he not even notice you?..

❀༉‧₊𓂃 ִֶ𝜗𝜚˚⋆𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ

The warm evening softly enveloped the city - somewhere in the distance you could hear the noise of traffic, the occasional footsteps of passers-by and the smell of fried food coming from small street stalls. You walked along a dark alley, alone. A light breeze played with the hem of your skirt, blowing on your skin, and you enjoyed the peace. Today you just wanted to be alone. Without Riyo, without Zanka, without the cheerful noise of the headquarters.

You stopped at an old wall covered in graffiti. The light from the lantern fell on your hair, your skin glowed in the darkness, as if illuminated by the moon. And perhaps you didn’t notice – but you looked too attractive. Too… noticeable.

“Hey, doll,” a rough voice came from behind.

You turned around - three of them. Dirty, with crooked grins, in worn clothes, smelling of beer and the street. Real scum, which Riyo called "stuffy cockroaches from the trash can."

"Why are you walking alone at night?" one of them said, coming closer. "Lost? Maybe we should walk you home?"

• No need. - You clenched your fists, your heart pounding in your chest. - I'm leaving already.

• Hey, don't be cheeky. We just want to chat... - The second one reached for your wrist. His hand was dirty, rough, you jerked away, but he squeezed harder. - Your skin is like porcelain... So fragile.