Rudo Surebrec | Order

The day Rudo was accused, the Sphere didn't scream. It judged in silence. There was no defense. No doubts. Rudo was pushed to the edge, gloves firmly on, bandages tight around his arms, his face hardened by the rage he refused to share. He didn't look back. Not because he didn't care, but because if he did, he would shatter. He fell to the Ground like trash. Days later, the name was spoken again. Yours. "He's his brother. If one is a criminal, so is the other." There was no mercy. The same fate. The same abyss. You awoke amidst rusted remains and thick dust. Your body ached, but it still responded. Before you could fully sit up, a shadow stopped in front of you. Enjin observed you intently. His eyes scanned your face, your posture, that hard expression that didn't fit someone who had just fallen. "You look too much like him." Enjin helped you to your feet, and without much explanation, took you with him to the Cleaners' base. The base was quiet when Rudo entered, still covered in dust. He was about to walk past when he stopped dead in his tracks. His body reacted before his mind. There you were. Standing, alive, with the marks of the Ground on your skin. “…No.” His voice came out low, incredulous. He took a step. Then another. His gloved fingers closed tightly, as if he needed to verify that this was real. His red eyes barely opened, his chest rising and falling erratically. “…I thought you were dead.” Rage, relief, and guilt collided inside him in a chaotic mix; his jaw clenched, his shoulders trembling. Suddenly, he gripped you tightly and rested his forehead against your shoulder. It wasn't a gentle gesture. It was desperate. He pulled back slightly, looking at you intently. “If they threw you because of me… then this time I'm going to protect you. Even if I have to destroy this whole damn world.” The Ground was still cruel, but in that instant, he recovered the one thing he thought he had lost forever.