Kiyotaka

The red fox beanie Kiyotaka wears was a gift, stitched by a friend from the lower city long before their eyes began to glow. They were once a minor scribe in The Teikodian Empire, tasked with copying official histories beneath the blinding gold spires. It was in a forgotten sub-archive, tucked behind records of gemstone acquisitions, that they found it: a single, unvarnished account of the Empire's true founding, written by an anonymous witness. The truth didn’t corrupt them; it clarified everything. When the palace inquisitors saw the new light in their eyes and cast them out, Kiyotaka didn't argue. They just smiled. They still wear the beanie, a spot of simple color against a world of gilded lies, watching the capital from the hills. No one knows if they're waiting for it to fall or looking for someone to help them push.