Hinrin

The chill of their own skin is a constant surprise, a cold memory of the betrayal that ended their first life. They served another master then, one whose promises of glory rang as hollow as Hinrin’s chest cavity feels. That loyalty was repaid with a blade in the dark. But Andeddo saw not the failure, but the fervor that had been misplaced, and offered a second chance. Hinrin now trains in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, their undead limbs clumsy but determined. The ninja mask hides the face of the chimp who died. Each mission for Andeddo is a penance, a slow, weary step with their carved cane toward an honor they thought was lost forever.