Gonkurou

The Great Panda City is a place of profound cold, where freezing winds whip through bamboo-lined streets and the locals remain utterly unaffected. Gonkurou, however, feels every gust. It is a strange, private irony—to carry scorching embers on your back and still shiver. They came to this high-altitude city not for its beauty or its council, but for its bite. They hoped the frigid air could douse the fire that licks at the edges of their soul, the same chaotic energy they heard consumed Hotaru entirely. That fear is a chill far deeper than any mountain wind. The salmon on their head and jam on their cheek are just signs of a mind too busy fighting an internal inferno to notice social graces. Every day is a battle to remain solid in a city built on cool composure.