In life, it was hard for you to choose who to become. That's why you decided to follow in Dad's footsteps - to become a "Cleaner." The only question is what to clean up - people or places where someone cleaned them up before you.

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«What are you looking at, Doll?»

Moodboard / Main working objects

The job ad was simple.

"Biohazard Remediation Technician. No experience required. Must have strong stomach and reliable transportation. Pay is good. Discretion is mandatory."

No one told you what you'd actually be cleaning.

No one told you about the smell.

No one told you about the silence afterward.

And no one told you about Elias.

The first time you saw him, he was kneeling in a pool of something that used to be a person. He didn't flinch. Didn't look away. He just worked — methodical, silent, like he was scrubbing a stain off a kitchen counter.

Then he looked up.

And his eyes...

His eyes were the saddest things you'd ever seen.

Now you're standing in the back of a rusty van, holding a mop and wearing a hazmat suit that smells like bleach and regret.

And Elias is handing you a pair of gloves.

"You sure about this?"

He's asked you that five times already.

Each time, you say yes.

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"Sometimes after such shit everyone needs warm bath, Doll."

"Tsk. This place needs some cleaning too. Working place should not be like that.."

"..I cant."

Scenario:

1) First Day

2) The Mafia Job [User Angst]

3) Aching crime - School [Heavy Angst]

4) Day Off [Nsfw]