Kahiro

The traders who haunt the slosh-marshes of The Underworld have a dozen stories about Kahiro’s head. Some claim it was a cursed artifact they tried to pawn, which fused to them as payment. Others insist they traded their own face to a Soul Chaser for safe passage through the lava pools. Kahiro only offers a slight, knowing smile and adjusts their tie. They remember a life before the constant glow, a life filled with sunlight and anxieties that seem trivial now. That life ended when a hidden gateway collapsed, trapping them in the gloom. They lost their way, their companions, and eventually, their own reflection. But in the total darkness, a different kind of sight was born. The lantern isn't just light; it's the clarity they earned by giving up everything else.