Mikage

Mikage still feels the echo of the promise made to Maneki-neko: carry luck where it's needed most. Naturally, this led them to set up shop in The Underworld. Armed with a fishing rod and a deeply optimistic Meow Cap, they don’t catch fish in the black slosh; they fish for lost trinkets, forgotten coins, and the occasional semi-sentient boot. The local cultists and undead find them utterly baffling. Their intense eyes aren't for spotting threats, but for appraising the value of a mud-caked locket. The wrinkles around their mouth come from years of smiling politely at Soul Chasers trying to barter with cursed memories. The pact is honored. Business is good. Bad luck, it turns out, is just bad for everyone's bottom line.