Jitarou

On the day Isha deemed their training complete, Jitarou was given two things: a mission and a carton of strawberry milk. The mission was to walk into The Underworld and observe the Cult of Kaze undetected. The milk, Isha explained, was a prop—a perfect disguise for a mind honed into a telepathic razor. Jitarou's polished platinum form was an immediate anomaly in the ash-choked realm, but their disarming appearance worked exactly as intended. They walked through camps of fanatics and past undead patrols, their senses sifting through the violent thoughts of others while they offered only a placid smile. But the constant psychic screaming of the realm changed them. The suspicion Isha instilled as a tool became an instinct. Jitarou still sips their milk, but their eyes never stop squinting, judging every soul in this abyss.