Notoko

Without fail, Notoko adjusts their mask and specs before opening their stall to the crimson skies of The Underworld. Business is survival here, and a hidden identity is the best currency. For years, this was their only truth. Then came the one who sold them whisper-thin crystals from the ice plains, a soul who never asked about the face Notoko hid. Their meetings, meant for bartering, bled into quiet conversations over lukewarm tea. Notoko found themself setting aside the finest carved cane handles, pretending it was just good business. During a raid by the Cult of Kaze, Notoko used a cane to fell two attackers, revealing a skill no merchant should have. Their partner only helped them back to their feet. They never ask about the mask, but they always bring two cups for tea.