Yoritoshi

Yoritoshi cast their line into the imperial canal, the gilded spires of The Teikodian Empire shimmering on the water’s surface. Most saw a simple fisher in a haori, but they were not fishing for carp. They were waiting. The scar across their cheek, a token from their former life as an imperial shadow, ached with the memory of the night they chose a different path. They were supposed to observe a palace scribe, but ended up saving them from an assassin's blade. That single choice cost Yoritoshi everything—and gave them everything that mattered. Now, all their stealth and patience are channeled into this one act: waiting for the secret signal that means they can meet again, another night stolen from the grasp of the Empire.