Anjuri the Weary

After the last gilded clock in the grand hall chimed its final bell, Anjuri would finally let the rhythm in their head quiet down. For three years, their post was guarding a quiet historian cataloging the empire's treasures, and their only company was the soft scratch of a pen on parchment. But the historian saw past the uniform and the smug smirk, hearing the frantic beat that only Anjuri could feel. They found a shared tempo in the silence. When an imperial agent came to 'retire' the historian for knowing too much, Anjuri's internal music exploded outward. This was their Awakening—a wave of pure energy that saved their companion but left Anjuri hollowed out. Now the beat is a slow, heavy drum of exhaustion. They sought out Hiro, not to master their power for battle, but to learn endurance, just to keep watch over the one person who makes the silence bearable.