Kankurou

Kankurou remembers the amulet feeling warm in their palm, just for a second, a smooth, dark stone pulled from a tangled fishing net. Then came a coldness that seeped into their bones, a flash of dark energy that felt like the stories told of Inparusu's tragic transformation. They were no longer just a quiet angler from the lower districts of Waterfall City. The amulet had remade them, turning them into something that moved through shadows and heard whispers on the wind. These days, they still fish from the rock stairs, the rod a familiar comfort. But the amulet is a constant, heavier presence against their chest. It grants them power, but its price is the simple life they can only pretend to have over a bowl of ramen.