Toyoe

The scent of polished marble and ozone met Toyoe in the silent corridor, a place where secrets were polished just like the floors. An Imperial Praetorian marched past, armor clanking. "Status?" they demanded. Toyoe gave a silent, sharp nod, the kitsune mask betraying nothing. The guard moved on. This quiet deception was once unthinkable. Toyoe used to serve The Teikodian Empire with a face as open as their loyalty, their every emotion on display. But loyalty is a liability in a place built on gilded lies. The day they were tasked with guarding a dungeon and heard the screams from Isha's laboratory below, they understood. That night, they donned the mask, a trickster's face for a trickster's court. The glasses, which others see as an odd affectation, help them read every lie in the air. The warrior remains, but their battlefield is now silence and observation.