Juhoko

On the third day of bleeding out in the ash-choked barrens, Juhoko saw a Mystic Cat. Before that moment, they had been a blade for hire, their face smeared with the war paint of a Soul Chaser affiliate, their reputation built on ended contracts. But their last employer paid with a knife in the back. The cat simply watched them, then turned and walked away, leaving them to live. This small, inexplicable mercy was a heavier blow than any sword. Juhoko rose and walked away from that life, trading their sword for a cane and a cleaver. They opened a tiny stall in a corner of The Underworld, serving broth that chased away the crimson chill. The war paint remains, a confession of who they were. The meow cap is a nod to the creature that spared them.