Marume

The Soul Chasers claim they saw a ghost tending a garden in the lava fields. They speak of a warrior in a tattered haori, Marume, whose eyes are permanently wide from the horrors witnessed in The Underworld. They weren't exiled; they walked through the pale-tree gateway by choice. Their clan's last hope—a single ancestral seed—had been stolen by a cultist. The oath was simple: bring it back sprouted, or not at all. Now, amidst the crimson glow and unnatural snowfall, they coax life from the cursed soil. The 'lucky plant' on their head is no charm; it is the mission. Each new leaf that unfurls is a victory against this realm, a fragile defiance shielded by a body that has taken too many blows.