Hoori

One royal cloak smeared with tunnel grime, two streaks of desperate war paint, and a single, stolen map clutched in their hand. Hoori stood frozen in the main plaza of Waterfall City, the roar of the falls drowned out by the pounding in their ears. It was supposed to be a simple inquiry. As a noble, they were merely curious about the Mystic Cats and their hidden ways, a fascination marked only by the Meow Cap they wore. But their partner, Yugetsu, saw it as an obsession. Together, they followed the map, a secret gifted by a feline broker, deep beneath the pale stone temple. They didn't find armaments or secret passages for defense. They found the city's true foundation: a pact with something ancient, sleeping, and hungry beneath the rushing water. The war paint was a hasty ritual to pass the final ward. The stunned expression was from what it showed them.