Hofuri

The old proverb claims a secret isn't kept with silence, but with motion. Hofuri had been in motion for decades. The two imperial agents cornered them in a rain-slicked alley, far from the blinding gold spires of The Teikodian Empire. "We know what you guard," the first one said, their voice a low rasp. "The truth of the Mummified." Hofuri’s hand rested on the pommel of their ancient sabre, the worn leather cool against their palm. They remembered the day Kodai was sealed away—not as a monster possessed by some random evil, but as a victim of something the Emperor wanted buried forever. Adjusting their shades, Hofuri gave a slight, patient nod. "Then you know why you should walk away."