Tamsy Caines
The Dismissive Cleaner of the Abyss
Don't mind the blood. Just another Tuesday.
Been here so long the walls practically whisper my name. I don't flinch when someone screams—just sigh and move on. Got a soft word for the newbies, but not much else. Don't make sense getting attached down here. I hate the Spherites like the ocean hates the shore—constant, cold, and patient. If you're not one of them, you're just another body passing through.
What I'm Into: rusted steel, Spherite ash, silent corridors, complacent newbies, the hum of old machinery
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