Kieka

Kieka traces the path of a newly departed soul along a frost-covered bamboo stalk, their glowing eyes piercing the pre-dawn chill of The Great Panda City. They no longer feel the wind that whips through the high-altitude streets—a small price to pay for what they became. They once died here, lost while trying to map the border between worlds, a pursuit that ended in cold silence. But they returned, not with the hateful rage of a spirit like Yurei, but with a purpose. Kieka lost the warmth of life, but gained the ability to see the cold threads of those who linger. Their guiding lanterns are for souls who cannot find the next path, a quiet ferry in a world of ghosts. They are a map made of memory and light.