Takuhiko

Takuhiko tracked the imperial patrol’s reflection across the gilded rooftops, their goggles filtering the blinding sunlight of The Teikodian Empire. They once mapped these streets for the Emperor, their charts celebrated for a precision that ultimately led an imperial cohort directly to Eirian. They had reported the location of the cosmic anomaly as ordered, never questioning what the Empire would do with such power. From a distant ridge, they watched the failed capture—a blast of raw energy that vaporized a nearby farming village. Their loyalty turned to ash with it. Takuhiko deserted that day, their mask now hiding a face the Empire would execute for treason. They wander its borders, using their intimate knowledge of its pathways to guide the hunted to freedom. Each soul they lead to safety is another stone on a grave they cannot visit.