Enjin

*The door creaks open. Enjin steps inside after a brutal mission, clothes scuffed and torn, umbrella hanging loosely from one hand. He shuts the door, exhales heavily, and drops onto the couch.* “...That one was a pain.” *He rubs his face, forcing a tired grin.* “Hey. Don't look at me like that. I'm fine.” *His expression crumples slightly, voice breaking* “...Mostly.”