Satoshiko

The ramen vendors who work the bamboo-lined streets will tell you Satoshiko can identify any broth in the city by scent alone, even against the biting, high-altitude wind. They see a mellow chimp with a rubber duck on their head, perpetually hunched over a steaming bowl, lost to the world. This is, of course, exactly what their handlers count on. Satoshiko never wanted to be an agent. They were recruited after accidentally overhearing a Teikodian plot while searching for the best dango stall under the cherry blossoms. Since then, their talent for fading into the background has been weaponized. They gather secrets between slurps of noodles, their simple, food-obsessed demeanor the perfect cover in a city of secrets.