Amadare

When the crimson sky first bled into a permanent ash-gray, Amadare received the fishing rod. It was never for catching fish. Its line is spun from captured whispers, its hook forged from a petrified tear. As a Shadow Agent, they were tasked with retrieval, peering through tactical goggles to spot the shimmering echoes of lost souls beneath the black slosh. The work was cold and calculating, until they pulled up a face they recognized from their life before this realm. The shock of that memory became permanently etched on their features. The Kitsune mask went on that same day. It isn't to hide their identity from others; it’s to hide that frozen moment of horror from the world, a face they no longer feel is their own.