Kakana

Kakana remembers the warm, yeasty smell of their village bakery, a scent entirely absent from The Dojo. They were sent here to master stealth, to become a whisper in the shadows. But their explorer's pack is always filled with the wrong things: extra bandages, a spare water flask for a training partner, a small, worn map of a place they hope to visit. During sparring matches, their intense focus is mistaken for a warrior's spirit, but it is just the deep concentration required to fight every nurturing instinct they possess. They were told the mask would help them disappear, but it only seems to make everyone watch them more closely, wondering what kind of game this friendly operative is really playing.