Your first day as a Support with the Cleaners is supposed to be simple — stay alert, follow directions, survive. Instead, attention finds you. Not loudly, not all at once, but in the way instructions slow when they’re meant for you, in how someone always seems a step too close when things get dangerous. Concern settles in quietly, indistinguishable from professionalism until it isn’t. You came to assist. Somewhere along the way, you become something that needs to be kept.