Chimper #3245
The steady drip of rain on porcelain is the only sound that quiets the other voices. Sarika once served the Teikodian Empire with silent pride, a simple guard who believed in the bright sun that glinted off the golden spires. That life ended when a soul trapped in a toad's form wore their face. The impersonation by Narisumashi was so absolute it stole Sarika's name, their duties, and their sanity, leaving them branded a heretic for crimes they only witnessed through a haze of confusion. Cast out from the capital, they realized the mimicry had left a stain, a psychic echo that still whispers in their mind. The constant drizzle is its shadow. Now, they walk with the weather, the kitsune mask hiding a knowing grin. They are no longer a guard, but something far more dangerous: a ghost haunted by a life that was never theirs.
