Hagumi

Hagumi landed silently on a white marble rooftop, their oceanic hair a splash of wild sea against the gilded order of The Teikodian Empire. The chase had been long, a righteous pursuit of a traitor whose whispers threatened the throne. Washi had observed the mission's outset, their golden armor a distant star, lending the hunt a holy purpose. It felt like destiny, a warrior's calling answered. In a narrow alley, they cornered their quarry—a trembling artist clutching charcoal sketches. Hagumi raised their ancient blade, the air crackling with transcendent power. The artist whimpered, expecting a swift, honorable end. They never saw the knockout drug on the cloth in Hagumi's other hand; the Mind-Scientist Isha paid extra for live subjects.