Asamiko

Asamiko snapped their fan shut against the freezing wind whipping down the bamboo-lined street. This patrol was a punishment, a career change they never signed up for, and it was all because they had been a fool. Uragirimono's promises were as smooth as polished jade and just as cold. They had claimed it was a simple intelligence swap. Instead, Uragirimono took the scrolls meant for the Panda Council and vanished, leaving Asamiko to explain the empty satchel. The Council, in its infinite wisdom, called it ‘probationary guardianship.’ Asamiko called it a very polite prison sentence. The strange headgear they wear serves as a constant, private reminder: trust is a liability you cannot afford twice.