Machia

Machia did not take a new name to escape their past; they abandoned their old one as payment for it. They were once a trusted courier for the Panda Council, their speed unmatched on the high-altitude paths of The Great Panda City. But one message, delayed by a moment of foolish pride, arrived too late. A life was lost, a treaty shattered. The Council offered quiet exile. Machia chose something harsher: to become a ghost. They donned a mask, embracing an anonymity that mirrored the followers of Tokumei, though their vow was to guilt, not a leader. These days, they move only with the weather, their form a blur in the constant drizzle. They right the small wrongs that sunlit politics ignore, their only payment the sound of rain washing their footprints from the stone.