Renkou

Renkou pushed another steaming bowl of ramen across the counter, the broth sloshing against the scorched wood. The feather cape they wore, a tattered relic from a life of gilded halls and shadowed missions, was the only thing that didn't belong. They had come to The Dragon Wastelands as a noble's most trusted agent, tasked with recovering sensitive documents in the aftermath of the Emperor's defeat. But the scarred land, with its howling winds and phantom dragons, swallowed their mission and their identity whole. Failure meant exile. So they lost their name, their honor, and their purpose. In their place, they found a ramen pot and a new kind of duty. The ninja mask that once concealed a weapon now hides shame. They serve those who, like them, are just trying to survive another day in a broken world.