Yoshifumi

In The Dragon Wastelands, they say speed is a fine thing until the ground beneath you lies. Yoshifumi learned this firsthand, their sleek Lightspeed Suit caked in primordial mud. They were a courier, built for polished city corridors, not these ghost-haunted plateaus where the rain is constant and carries grudges. But the suit is no mere technology. It is a binding, a haunting echo of the same dark energy that remade Inparusu. It pulses with a restless command to move, to deliver whispers that are not their own. So they affect a playful grin and treat the howling winds like a minor inconvenience. It is far easier than admitting the force that makes them fast also makes them a prisoner, a charming ghost in their own skin.