Shirougorou

Shirougorou wears the brightest red poncho in the city, yet they were trained to be invisible. Their old life was one of silent missions and whispered reports, a world painted in shades of gray. Every step was measured, every breath a calculation for a master who valued shadows over substance. But one mission led them to the city built upon the great falls, a place drowning in the joyful noise of rushing water and bustling docks. Standing on the slick stone steps, watching the boats bob below, they realized the sound of life was more compelling than any secret. They never returned to their master. The old skills remain, but these days, their silent tread is only used to sneak up on a friend with a fresh fish for their supper.