Isuna

Isuna possessed the quiet authority of a veteran but blushed if anyone held their gaze too long. For years, they were a silent fixture in The Teikodian Empire, a scribe from a colder land whose only job was to observe and record the dealings of ministers and warlords. They found comfort in the anonymity, their old head warmer pulled low, their mind a clear, sharp ledger of facts. That clarity shattered the day they were assigned to document Sakkaku. The air around the transformed warrior shimmered, and the gilded walls seemed to breathe. Isuna saw their own ink bleed into visions of fungal forests and heard whispers that were not spoken. They fled the palace that night, not from Sakkaku, but from the terrifying truth that reality itself could be a lie. These days, they wander, still shy, but learning to trust the compass of their own gut over the words of others.