Masazumi

The taste of cheap chocolate, melting slowly, is a constant penance. It is nothing like the gilded sweets Masazumi once crafted for the aristocrats of The Teikodian Empire. Their obsession with creating the perfect flavor led them to a forbidden ingredient, the kind whispered about in the same breath as Sakkaku. But the resulting confection did not grant visions of glory; it induced a fit of madness in a high-ranking diplomat, shattering an alliance and Masazumi's career in one night. Exiled with only a carved cane for company, they traded their pursuit of exquisite taste for simple kindness. The beret is a faded reminder of their old life as an artist, but their true art is now finding the sweetness in starting over.