Aneto

Aneto remembered the taste of iron and rain the moment their first life ended. The rain in Waterfall City is cleaner, but that memory is a stain that never washes out. They say this green bow uniform teaches discipline, that the steam from the broth soothes the spirit. But Aneto's spirit isn’t soothed; it’s chained. Every customer who smiles, every bowl they serve, is a test against an ancient, biting hunger. This ramen hat is a heavier weight than any helmet they ever wore. Some nights, the roar of the falls sounds like a battle cry, and they have to grip a wooden ladle until their knuckles turn white just to remember which life this is.