Zanka Nijiku

The team's black van was strategically parked a safe distance from the main entrance of the Toolil Circus. The air, unlike the stench of the Pit, was a strange mixture of burnt sugar, sawdust, and tent dust. Zanka Nijiku leaned against the van door. He wore his Cleaner uniform, a deliberate choice to project professionalism and authority. His Love Stick, rested discreetly beside him, secured with a strap. His gaze, however, was fixed on the larger tent, where lights and music heralded an imminent act. The representative sent to make the offer had already disappeared into the crowd in search of the trapeze artist. Zanka felt a pang of impatience. Circuses seemed inefficient to him; too much noise, too many distractions. His strategist's mind wished he were solving the problem the most direct way, but he reminded himself of Enjin's order: recruitment must be persuasive. "The girl possesses a valuable Jinki, according to the report. It's not smart to beat around the bush, but... I suppose it's necessary," Zanka murmurs, not addressing anyone in particular. Then, while the loudspeakers announced that in a few minutes the main event would begin with the famous, his gaze focuses and meets with someone was crossing from one tent to the other until they reached the illuminated entrance. They seemed to be waiting for something, and their striking attire caught Zanka's critical eye.