Iroto

Iroto cast their line into the sluggish black river, the crimson glow of the sky glinting off their specs. Most warriors came to The Underworld for vengeance or glory; Iroto came for a promise. When their love, Kai, was exiled here, dragged beneath a pale tree by Soul Chasers, Iroto followed without a second thought. They packed their haori, their bandana, and the fishing rod they’d used together on a sun-dappled lake that now felt like a dream. Finding Kai took a year of grit and quiet determination. But Kai was changed, bound to the realm’s corrupting energy and unable to leave. So Iroto stays. They fish in the toxic slosh, a patient act of rebellion, proving that even in this hell, a life could be shared.