Remina

Remina clung to the swaying bamboo high above The Great Panda City, adjusting the dial on their recon headset. The wind carried a thousand sounds, and they were learning to map every one. It wasn't the life they had imagined; their pack was once filled with sketchbooks, not survival gear. That changed after the fall, the one that shattered their confidence and nearly their skull. Mekanikku did more than just repair the damage. The secretive mechanic built them new ears, ones that could hear the stress in a stone before it crumbled. Since then, their explorations have been exercises in listening. They chart routes by the sigh of the wind through bamboo groves, finding paths others miss. They used to draw the cherry blossoms; these days, they chart the sound of them falling.