Ucchan

The bamboo traders of The Great Panda City swear that Ucchan’s cane is hollow, containing either a razor-sharp blade or a scroll with secrets that could topple the Panda Council. They see a shadow agent and assume the tools of the trade. The truth is far more personal. The cane isn't a weapon; it's a journal. After every mission, Ucchan carves a new symbol into the aged wood: a fallen leaf for a silent extraction, a wave pattern for an informant by the river, a simple circle for a life saved. They trace the markings when the freezing winds whip through the streets, reminding themself of what’s real. The job demands suspicion of everyone. The cane is the one thing they can trust, a history of things that cannot be written down.