Genrou

Genrou was not born to the ash-choked skies of The Underworld. They remember sunlight and the taste of clean river water before the ground gave way beneath a pale tree, plunging them into a world of crimson glows and black slosh. They lost everything in the fall: their path, their kin, their peace. For seasons, they wandered, a stark white figure against the gray tundra, expecting to be consumed. But survival came in an unexpected form. They learned that in a realm where cruelty was currency, a shared piece of a chocolate stick could buy a moment of stillness. Their gentle nature became a shield, disarming the desperate and confusing the violent. The sweetness is a memory of a life that is gone, and a promise of what they will not let this place take from them.