Kyouichi the Composed

The Composed is what they call them now, a name earned through grueling control. But they remember the first life: the flash of a hidden blade in an alley, the shock of betrayal, and a death far from glorious. They awoke to a muted world, their soul tethered by cold rage. For a time, they were a feral spirit, a mindless vendetta. It was Andeddo who found them, not with pity, but with a command: harness the fury or be erased by it. That was the first lesson. The second came at The Dojo, learning to mimic life, to hold a pose for days, to let the storm rage only behind their demonic eyes. The Meow Cap was a strange prize from a Mystic Cat they tracked, a silent pact between two beings who walk unseen. It sits oddly atop their head, a joke only they understand.