Chimper #3018
When the sky-dragons descended upon their home, Shugin was just another trainee with a white bandana and a splintered practice sword. They remembered the warmth of the village’s cooking fires and the sound of wind through the giant flowers that grew on The Fluorescent Isles. Then came the fire from above. Shugin fought alongside their kin, the heat of the attack searing a permanent mark across their face. They awoke days later in the ruins, the sole survivor. These days, they travel with a bundle of bamboo—not to build, but to remember. Others whisper the name, “the Special One,” a title that feels more like a curse than a blessing. The raspberry visor hides the scar, but nothing can hide the weight of being the only one left.
