Hokahiko

Hokahiko kicked the temple door shut, the boom lost in the endless roar of the falls. The merchant they were escorting cowered behind an altar, but Hokahiko ignored them, spinning back toward the plaza and striking a guiding lantern to life. Its light sliced through the evening mist, illuminating not the city guard, but the crimson and gold of Teikodian assassins scaling the wet stone steps. This wasn't a back-alley shakedown; it was an imperial hit. The payment felt insultingly small. A sharp gasp escaped Hokahiko's lips. The mission had changed. They were no longer an escort for hire. They were a guardian, and Waterfall City was about to witness a very different kind of rogue.