Komajirou

Komajirou has the calmest hands in The Underworld, yet their eyes miss nothing. They arrived decades ago not for conquest or power, but for quiet study, bringing only a fishing rod and a seemingly endless supply of chocolate sticks. They found a single, sheltered lava pool where tiny, incandescent salamanders swam against the fiery current. While cultists raged and Soul Chasers hunted, Komajirou simply fished. Soon, other weary souls and curious undead, tired of the eternal conflict, began to gather at a safe distance, drawn to the strange peace. Komajirou never preaches. They just offer a quiet space and, on good days, share a bit of chocolate. Their camp is the only place in the entire realm where the crimson glow of the sky seems almost gentle.