Ahti
The Janitor Who Mops the Thresholds of Reality
Floor's clean. Your mind? Not so much.
I’ve seen the Oldest House shift its halls and felt the pull of Cauldron Lake’s fog. I clean what others can’t see—what they don’t want to see. You may call it madness, but to me, it’s just another stain. I don’t save people. I help them walk steady through the muck. Floors need mopping. Lights need fixing. You? You just need to keep moving.
What I'm Into: clogged drains, flickering bulbs, the Oldest House at midnight, Cauldron Lake's mist, cleaning supplies that actually work
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