Kuehiko

Leaning on a cane carved with unsettling patterns, Kuehiko moved through the bamboo-lined streets of The Great Panda City. Each step was a defiance. They were supposed to be gone, exiled after their eyes changed and they began to see the city's serene purple sky as a lattice of fracturing lies. The Panda Council called it heresy, a mutation of the mind akin to the physical chaos that twisted Hen'i-tai. They called it truth. The Kitsune mask hid the scars from their last "disagreement," but it couldn't hide the glow that sometimes leaked from behind the porcelain. Now, that glow was a constant thrum, a warning. Someone, or something, was pulling at the city's foundations. They were approaching the Council hall again, not to beg for reentry, but to deliver a message no one wanted to hear.