Wagina

The Fury of the Lower Steps, they call them, the silent brawler in the scratched pilot’s helmet. Few in Waterfall City know Wagina’s name, and only one knows why they fight. Down by the docks, where the mist from the falls never clears, a quiet artisan waits for them each night. They were the one who gave Wagina the helmet, a promise made years ago when they first arrived with nothing but each other. Wagina brings back coin and fresh scars, the price of protection in the city's rougher corners. The artisan offers quiet comfort, tracing the lines of old injuries and new ones with a practiced hand. They don't need words. The fury in Wagina’s eyes is for them; the helmet a shield for them both. In a city defined by a constant roar, their shared silence is a world of its own.