Kameyo

In The Teikodian Empire, they say a falling sakura petal can tell an entire life story. Kameyo seems to live by this axiom. They wander the gold-spired city, a familiar sight beneath the cherry trees, observing the world through hip spectacles with a placid air. Many assume they are a poet or a scholar of aesthetics, given the heart emblem on their head and the graceful, dance-like way they move through the crowds. Their presence is gentle, almost forgettable—a peaceful soul admiring the beauty of the capital. But the stories Kameyo's petals tell are not poems; they are eulogies. Each one is a name, a target, a whispered threat to the Emperor that has been pruned with beautiful, silent finality.