Himeichigo

One battle jacket that never quite fit, a dozen names carved into a walking cane, and a single fallen leaf that caught in their hair and never left. Himeichigo sits on the edge of a clearing in The Heart of the Forest, thumb tracing a name on the cane’s polished surface while the locals sing. They were a fighter once, part of a company that chased glory into the rougher outer wilds and found only mud and betrayal. The jacket is all that’s left of that life. They came here not for sanctuary, but because the path simply ended among the amber trees. They keep the cane not for support, but as a reminder of the weight that walking away can carry.