Shirana

In Waterfall City, the roar of the falls drowns out most secrets. Shirana learned this early. At ten, they were just another face among the fishing boats, always with a carton of strawberry milk, their resting eyes missing nothing. At sixteen, they took an oath modeled on Giri the Swamp Sentinel's lonely vigil: to be a city's silent guardian, a protector who never seeks recognition. At twenty, a Teikodian agent posing as a merchant learned the cost of underestimating them. One moment the agent was boasting, the next they were disarmed and bound in a quiet alley, the only witness a calm chimp sipping milk. The azure cap and sweet drink are a perfect disguise for a warrior who moves like a phantom beneath the sound of rushing water.