Nakoto

The raspberry pink visor was pressed so hard against the cold stone its frame dug into Nakoto's brow. It was a tool for charting rock, not for tracking the patrol routes of Imperial guards in a ventilation shaft. They had come to The Teikodian Empire to map the bedrock beneath the palace, a quiet, scholarly task befitting their patient nature. But the visor detected a strange hum deep below the gilded halls, an energy that was organic and terrified. Following the signal, they found a secret laboratory. They saw a chimper's identity being peeled away like old paint, their memories replaced with cold duty. When the alarm shrieked, Nakoto’s quiet life shattered. The patient cartographer vanished. All that remained was a determined fighter with a white bandana tied tight, whose only map now was the one leading out.