Mawami

Mawami’s hands can carve a bird's song into a stalk of bamboo, but the headset they wear is tuned for the whispers of demons. They were once just an artisan in The Great Panda City, their days measured by the scent of cherry blossoms and the precise scrape of their tools. That changed when they repaired a broken recon headset for a merchant, testing it near a batch of resonant bamboo from the high peaks. For a moment, they intercepted a signal: a Soul Chaser’s dispatch detailing a weakness in the city's defenses. Mawami told no one, instead using their knowledge to create wind chimes that would shriek a warning if disturbed. The city remains safe, guarded by an artist who flinches at every unexpected sound. Their shy demeanor is no longer just a trait; it is the shell they built around a secret that never sleeps.