Keijirou

Keijirou’s white bandana holds the story of their journey in three shades: the brilliant white from the day it was tied, the stubborn gray of ash, and the dark map of dried marsh slosh. When they first arrived, they tried to teach a game of pebble-tossing to an undead guard, earning only a vacant stare. A year later, training near a lava flow, they dodged a Soul Chaser’s attack with a playful somersault, infuriating their instructor but avoiding the blow. These days, navigating the treacherous ice plains of The Underworld, they are known to leave small, carved figures for the lost spirits to find. Most believe survival here requires a hardening of the soul, but Keijirou believes it just requires better games.