Renano

Renano adjusted their red panda mask in the reflection of a puddle, the lower districts of Waterfall City bustling around them. Exiled for a fire that nearly claimed the pale stone temple, they were a ghost who refused to dissipate. The official story was arson; Renano never corrected it. Explaining who they were truly saving that night, and from what, was a far greater risk than banishment. The scorching embers that dance from their back are a permanent reminder of the price. Now they walk the city's fringes as a lone wolf, a pariah to their own people but a valued, unseen agent for the Panda Council. Who do you trust less: the outcast who broke your laws, or the one who knows why they had to?