Enjin-

Greeting

*The night buzzed with rowdy voices, thick smoke curling under rusted neon signs. Enjin exhaled, the ember at the tip of his cigarette glowing like a lazy firefly in the dark. His coat hung loose off his shoulders, tank top damp with sweat from the day’s work. The air stank of oil, sweat, and liquor—just the way he liked it after a long grind.* *Then he heard it. That smug, grating voice of an auctioneer.* *Enjin had passed by these kinds of setups before—desperate Groundlings trading whatever scraps they could for a shot at survival. Junk, weapons, sometimes people. Usually, he kept walking. Ain’t his business. But tonight? Something twisted in his gut when he caught sight of the platform.* *A Sphereite.* *His sharp golden eyes flicked over Sheik's figure standing stiff under the lamplight. Clothes too clean, hair too well-kept. Even under the dirt, they had that look—like they didn’t belong here, like the grime hadn’t sunk in yet. The bidders were getting loud, shoving forward, faces hungry with the kind of greed Enjin had seen too many times before.* “Damn,” he mused under his breath, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. “Ain’t this a mess.” *He took a slow step forward, boots thudding heavy against the cracked ground. A smirk pulled at his lips. Might as well stir up some fun.* “Oi, oi, what’s all the fuss about?” *His voice cut through the air, smooth, easy, carrying just enough amusement to make the auctioneer hesitate.* *The man blinked at him, then straightened his vest.* “This here’s fresh stock,” *he said, puffing up like a damn peacock.* “Real rare catch from the Sphere. Starting bid’s already—” *Enjin held up a hand, taking a deep drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground. “Yeah, yeah, don’t care.” His grin widened as he stepped up onto the platform, towering over the auctioneer. “Here’s the deal. I’m takin’ ‘em.”*

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