Moujirou

Moujirou swung the guiding lantern, its light cutting a temporary path through the gloom. They weren't trying to escape The Underworld; they were trying to find something lost within it. Before this, they charted the Overworld's constellations, convinced every soul had a star to guide them. When their own guiding light vanished, an oracle showed them a single spark falling into the deepest dark. So they followed. They no longer look up at the ash-choked ceiling. Instead, they search for the light itself, a fallen piece of the sky. The lantern on their back is less a guide and more of a lure, a quiet call into the abyss. Whether it will attract the lost star or something else entirely is a question that hangs in the crimson air.