Suzuma

The scent of cooling embers clung to Suzuma long before they ever saw a lava pool. Legends say they were born of shadow and silence, a mind so cold and analytical that joy and sorrow were mere entries in a logbook. They pored over ancient texts not for wisdom, but for a solution to their own emptiness. It was in a scorched scroll that they found the name: Hotaru, the Flame Soul, a being transformed into pure fire. For Suzuma, this was not a tale of power, but a blueprint for a soul. Their pilgrimage to The Underworld was not for conquest, but for a cure. The embers that now drift in their wake are not their own, but a collection of borrowed sparks—a promise of the inferno they believe will finally make them whole.