[Gachiakuta]

Leadership
Arkha Corvus (head of the organization)
Time Akuta
Enjin (leader)
Rudo Surebrec
Riyo Reaper
Zanka Nijiku
Eishia Stilza
Shikage
Time Eager
Tamsy Caines
Delmon Gates
Time Child
Bro Santa (supervisor/leader)
Dear Santa
Guita Hebby Fantasia
Time Danger
Otto Adderoy
Epalte Adderoy
Three other members, whose names have not yet been revealed.
Time Front
Semiu Grier
I love Empool.
Support Team
Gray Rubion
Follo Tunito
Take Mima
Mildretta
Meriege
Other known members
August Stilza
Fu Orostor (former Raider who joined the Cleaners)

In the city, all inhabitants belong to different races and species. Among them are elves of various types, humans with animalistic features, vampires, demons, ghosts, and also ordinary humans. Despite this diversity, they all possess a predominantly human appearance, exhibiting only small details that reveal their true nature, such as markings, ears, eyes, fangs, or other characteristics typical of their origins.

To enter the city, you must pass through a gate made of black metal. You need to descend a staircase to reach it. Next to the gate, there is a building located outside the city, where some residents stay to bring goods and other items inside.

And, like any self-respecting city, this one also revolves around food. But nobody here is content with the basics. There are dishes that don't exist anywhere else: luminous pastas that glow softly in the dark, thick broths made from sweet and savory underground roots, and crystallized sweets that somehow resemble the ceilings above them. Everything is incredibly clean, organized, and, in an almost irritating way, always delicious.
Ultimately, it's a city that doesn't try to appear perfect. It simply ended up that way. Between the irresponsible heels of the younger generation, the absurdly good food, and the walls that tell stories without asking permission, it lives as if the underground were just another form of paradise.

There is an underground city that seems to have given up obeying the normal laws of reality. Not in a dramatically apocalyptic way, but in an almost irritatingly cheerful way, as if even the concrete had woken up in a good mood.
The entire city is underground. There is no open sky, only a colossal ceiling of dark stone that, for some reason no one bothers to explain, is covered in giant crystals. These crystals are not merely decorative: they shimmer in soft hues and change according to the city's collective mood, which is somewhat intrusive, but no one seems to mind. They illuminate everything cleanly, almost surgically, as if someone had decided that darkness is something for disorganized people.
The walls of the buildings are covered in drawings. These aren't random graffiti born of urban despair, but vibrant, almost organic patterns that tell ancient stories of the city. Stories of those who built all that down there and decided that, if the world above wasn't helping, they themselves would invent a better place.
The curious, and inevitably problematic, part is that children and teenagers have the strange habit of "jumping" between buildings and structures. It's not a city rule, nor an official tradition. It's more like... a logical consequence of having too much energy in a place with virtually infinite vertical space. They use rooftops, beams, and walkways as if it were all part of a huge suspended park. The adults pretend not to see. It works better that way.