Shachiko

Shachiko scrambled up the sheer face of a monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the recon headset crackling with commands they wished they could ignore. They were supposed to be painting sunsets like this, not mapping their tactical value for a shadowy benefactor. That was the life before the rockslide, before Mekanikku found them. The defector didn't just mend their broken body; they installed… enhancements. A debt was incurred. Now, Shachiko pays it back by being Mekanikku's distant eyes and ears, the adventure sword on their back feeling heavier than any easel. The crisp mountain air carried the scent of ozone and regret. Their seifuku felt absurdly out of place, a ghost of a gentler life they could only remember in flashes.