Moyuha

Every morning, Moyuha stands at the edge of the grand plaza in Waterfall City, their canteen hanging empty. They were there when the temple fell, touched by the same annihilating darkness that consumed Inparusu. While Inparusu’s soul was bound, Moyuha was left with an unquenchable thirst. They survived, but a hollow echo of that void remains inside them. They wear tactical goggles to see through the world’s mundane illusions and the dark static that now haunts their vision. They move through the city’s shadowed paths on silent missions, a reliable agent with a constant, easy grin. But the thirst deepens with every passing season. Is the water they stare at every dawn a promise of cleansing, or just a reminder of how much of themself has already evaporated?