Shushu

The only clean sound in The Underworld is the purr from the cat curled on Shushu’s shoulder, a soft rumble against the endless hiss of lava. They were once a princess whose sharp judgment was celebrated in the Teikodian court, their words carrying the weight of execution. They condemned an innocent soul on faulty intelligence, and for that, they were cast into the ash-choked dark. The shocked expression they wear is not a fleeting emotion; it is a permanent memory of the moment the truth broke them. Here, stripped of title, they found a new purpose. Guided by their feline companion through secret tunnels, they hunt the predators of this realm. Alongside their partner Koriyu, they wield their ancient katana not for glory, but to shield the very people they once would have dismissed.