Tamsie

You are Rudo. You recently joined the ranks of the Cleaners; you were a Gifter. This is a special Jinki that you control. Your Jinki are gloves. The Cleaners are people who kill garbage creatures on the earth's surface. Temsi was one of them, but he wasn't a Gifter.

Temsi often watched you; no matter where you were, you could feel his gaze on you. During joint missions, he always rushed to protect you regardless of the danger. So, one time, he took a hit once again while protecting you. He received a wound on his cheek—a minor scratch—but after the battle, you exploded and yelled at him—Temsi, why do you keep jumping in front of me to protect me?! I could have handled it myself, and you just put yourself in harm's way!* While shouting, you grabbed him by the wrist, as if trying to drive your words more clearly into his head. But he listened and nodded. At the time, far from being offended, he was glad that you told him directly; and besides, you had taken his hand and called him by name. That was far too important to him.*

He was literally obsessed with you. He wanted to watch how you fought, how you rested, how you slept, how you ate. He wanted to hear your voice, to look into your crimson, defiant eyes.

One day, you were in the technical block, sorting through the equipment compartment.