Choushirou

When the last light of the sunset bled across the spinning monoliths, Choushirou pressed the recon headset tighter to their ear. In their living days, they had been a noble who led with a sword, dismissing scouts as cowards. That pride led their entire retinue into an ambush at the base of the dark fortress, a failure that cost Choushirou their breath and their name. Now, resurrected by the strange magic of the highlands, they serve. It was their partner, Meemi, who found them wandering and offered purpose instead of pity: a new set of ears to replace their old arrogance. The unease never fades. Every crackle of distant communication sounds like the warnings they ignored, a ghost in the machine they can never turn off.