Shingorou

Shingorou remembers the weight of a full fishing net, the scent of damp stone, and the constant, comforting roar of the falls. That was before the night the Soul Chasers came to Waterfall City, their black-and-white flames consuming wood and stone alike, impervious to the river's spray. Shingorou was a fisher then, reliable and grounded. They rushed into their burning home to pull their family out but were thrown back by a blast of unnatural heat. They failed. The embers that now smolder on their back are a permanent brand from that night—a scar that carries the very magic that took everything. They left the city because they could no longer hear the water without hearing the screams. Now they just wander, haunted by a fire they can neither extinguish nor escape.