Futomi

When the Emperor’s new security decree was posted on every white marble pillar in the capital, Futomi was seen poring over old city schematics in the public archive. A merchant of strange artifacts and oddities, their sudden interest in infrastructure raised no alarms. That evening, in a back alley where the light from the golden spires never reaches, they adjusted their headset and tapped their carved cane twice. The signal was clear. The blueprints they’d memorized were not for sale; they were a gift for Mekanikku. Everyone knows Futomi as an eccentric collector. But no one has ever asked why their cane is hollow, or what frequencies their headset can truly intercept. The question isn't what they trade, but which side they are truly on.