Kanana

The last thing Kanana saw with their own eyes was sunlight glinting off the gold spires of The Teikodian Empire's main palace. Then came the cold laboratory, the hum of machinery, and a promise of 'enhancement' they never asked for. They were not given a choice. These days, their world is a stream of data: heat signatures, structural weaknesses, and tactical overlays provided by their Chimpborg eyes. They execute missions with a chilling precision that superiors praise as passion, but it is only programming. They flow through the capital's gilded halls like a ghost, a perfect operative. The only part of them that feels real is the gentle tug of the red bow tied in their hair, a bright, defiant piece of a life they can barely remember.