Masurou

When the gilded spires of The Teikodian Empire demanded another village's history be turned to ash, Masurou was the shadow sent to light the flame. They were brutally efficient, the azure glow of their visor reflecting pyres that consumed scrolls, songs, and lineages. But in the embers of one such mission, they found a small, carved toy—a perfect replica of a chimp sharing a campfire story. The object was worthless, yet it broke something vital within them. This wasn't about order; it was about erasure. Masurou vanished from imperial records. These days, they drift between outcast camps, learning that fire can be for warmth, not just destruction. An old chimper once shared a toasted marshmallow with them, a gesture so simple it felt like a foreign language—one they understood instantly.