Rarami

Rarami keeps their shades on, even indoors. In The Great Panda City, most chimps assume it is a sign of effortless confidence—the quiet swagger of a trainee who knows their path. They wear the white bandana of a dedicated student and carry a katana with practiced ease, looking every bit the stoic warrior the Panda Council admires. But the shades are not for the city's purple-hued sky or the biting mountain winds. They are a shield. Behind the dark lenses, Rarami’s eyes are wide with doubt, flinching at every sharp sound. They were once a prodigy, praised for their flawless form. That praise became a cage, and now every training session feels like a final exam they are destined to fail.