Chimiko

The cold drizzle clinging to their masks is the only thing Chimiko truly feels anymore. Years ago, in a different life, their face was stolen. Narisumashi, the toad-trapped spirit, wore their features like a borrowed cloak and used it to whisper poison into the ear of an imperial general, shattering an alliance that had held for a generation. By the time the deception was revealed, the warrant was already issued for a face Chimiko no longer claimed. They fled to The Dragon Wastelands, a place where ghosts were common and the living kept to themselves. The layers they wear are not a disguise; they are a funeral shroud for the person they were. They live with the quiet terror that someone might see past the masks and recognize the calm eyes of a traitor who never was.