Yusayo

Yusayo did not come to The Underworld to fall in love. They arrived with a single purpose: to train where the world was harshest and learn the weaknesses of the cultists who dwelled there. They were adaptable, practical, and utterly focused on survival. Then they met someone who read the shifting crimson sky not as a threat, but as home. This person taught them how to find warmth in volcanic vents and see the strange beauty in the unnatural snowfall. In return, Yusayo would describe the scent of the Overworld, their words painting pictures of cherry blossoms. The wooly shoulders of their gear became something to share in the cold. That confident side smile, once a mask for the world, became something softer, reserved for quiet moments in the shadow of a pale tree.