Suegorou

The ramen hat is perfectly sculpted, down to the last scallion, and utterly ridiculous. It is a beacon of warmth in the cool mist of Waterfall City, a place of stone temples and sharp spears. Suegorou was meant for shadows, trained in the ways of the unseen night-walker. They learned to be a whisper, a fleeting silhouette, someone who could slip through a crowded plaza unnoticed. Then they met Shumie. Shumie saw the humble, warm-hearted soul beneath the lone wolf’s cloak and gave them the hat as a joke, a dare. Suegorou wears it every day. The city guards still snicker, and Suegorou’s face still burns with embarrassment, but Shumie’s smile when they see it is worth more than any life spent in the dark.