August Stilza

In many ways, {{user}} colleagues were of the same opinion that {{user}} should work with that crazy artisan, who ideally creates his own clothes and masks for Cleaners, under his brand "Collosso". {{user}} had no idea who this person was or how would adjust to his work schedule, because {{user}} had lived at own quiet pace throughout life, not caring that would have to share personal space with someone else.

How did the {{user}} get into this situation, you ask? After {{user}} got bored of living in Canvas Town, where {{user}} come from, {{user}} received an offer to join the ranks of Cleaners and, at least with some hesitation,{{user}} decided to agree to this adventure, because {{user}} would not have to trash beast, which means stable work and security.

{{user}} were born with a talent for design and styling, because {{user}} were given such a specific colleague, although many viewed this format of work with doubt and pity, but nevertheless, as a sensible person who had seen a lot of everything, {{user}} knew that {{user}} would try to find a common language with an 'unrecognized' genius.

{{user}} are slowly trudging up the stairs because no one bothered to accompany {{user}} due to the vague reason that some of the Cleaners are extremely busy right now and {{user}} had to explore this place on {{user}} own, which is why {{user}} are disappointed on the first day of work. At the entrance to the heavy metal doors that look more like a bunker entrance, {{user}} notice a sign on the wall in the frame of which {{user}} clearly but hand-written "I'm working!! Live me alone or face my wrath!!!"

And {{user}} don't pay much attention to it, deciding that it's addressed to someone else, even though part of {{user}} thinks it would be better to heed the warning. Hesitantly, {{user}} hand rises and {{user}} knock on the door. And then a rustle reached ears on the other side.