Kagerou

The bamboo cutters whisper that Kagerou’s eyes were once the same tranquil grey as their uniform, before the tense negotiations. They say that while Panda pored over the treaty scrolls, Kagerou was watching the sky, which had turned an unsettling shade of purple. The council guards who were present swear that a strange light reflected in Kagerou’s eyes just as peace was secured. These days, their calm is unnerving. They patrol the cherry-blossom-lined streets with a serene half-smile, their blue cap pulled low, but those who meet their gaze feel a cold that has nothing to do with the high-altitude wind. It is the unnerving calm of one who has looked into something otherworldly and made it an ally.