Shikagorou

Shikagorou’s heart has not beaten in centuries, yet their suit is built for a future no one has lived. They are a familiar, unsettling sight in Waterfall City, a silent anachronism moving through the mist rising from the falls. The Displayoooor fused to their head scrolls with a language of light and static that only they seem to understand, containing messages from unknown senders to unseen recipients. They never speak, their weary eyes suggesting they’ve seen every road and every outcome. The locals watch them pass, noting the pristine bamboo stalks strapped to their back—a relic of a life as a craftsman, before they became this undying courier. They are not a ghost, but a vessel, forever bound to a delivery that seems to have no end.