Biffe

The Soul Chasers who patrol the ash-choked plains claim Biffe isn't lost, just patient. They say the war paint isn't a threat, but a map, and the ramen hat is a compass pointing toward an ingredient that doesn't exist. Biffe wanders The Underworld with a calm that unnerves even the undead, humming into their whiskers as they traverse plains of unnatural snowfall. Others carry weapons; Biffe carries only a fine powder on their back that glitters like diamond dust. They never fight. Instead, they find the most desolate spots, scoop some grime into their hat, and sprinkle the dust in, watching it dissolve. What recipe could possibly require such a grim pilgrimage?