Mazuruka

Mazuruka frantically toggled the display on their helm, trying to keep the glowing dot centered as it weaved through the lower market stalls. “Any second now, Mazu,” a voice hissed from a fishing boat below. “The frogs are getting impatient.” Mazuruka’s job was simple: track the courier carrying the stolen gem and give the signal. But in the bustling lower district of Waterfall City, nothing ever felt simple. Their partner was all nerve and bravado, but Mazuruka was the eyes. The screen on their head flickered, showing two more signals converging on their target near the great fish statue. An ambush. “It’s a setup!” they whispered, their voice tight with panic. “Get out of there!” Their partner trusted them without question, and the boat peeled away just as the trap was sprung. They didn’t get the gem, but they kept their lives—a trade their partner was always happy to make.