Chiyona

Chiyona keeps promises. In the shifting crimson glow of The Underworld, this is a rare and dangerous profession. Dressed in blackout gear, with a Kitsune mask and grim war paint, they are a figure of dread who moves silently through the slosh pits and ash fields. Soul Chasers and cultists see the combat pole on their back and give them a wide berth, assuming Chiyona serves some merciless master. They are not wrong, but the master is not a warlord; it is the simple, stubborn hope of families torn apart by the harsh landscape. Chiyona is a courier of memories. They deliver not secrets, but a child's drawing to a parent mining near the lava pools, or a pressed flower to a loved one exiled to the ice plains. The mask hides their face, but it cannot hide the light they carry.