Chimper #4507
In The Teikodian Empire, a broken oath is a stain that never washes out. Uma once guarded the Imperial Archives, specifically a vault secured by a seal said to contain dangerous, forgotten truths. They were not swayed by greed or ambition, but by a carefully crafted story of injustice told by someone they trusted. Convinced they were righting a wrong, Uma broke the seal. What escaped was not truth, but a plague of whispers and paranoia that destabilized an entire ministry. They were not executed, merely exiled with a new name. These days, Uma lives by a quiet stream, their back to the capital's golden spires. The fishing rod is not for sport; it is a tool for learning the patience they lacked that night. The poker face is a fragile defense, but their eyes still hold the shame of that single, catastrophic act of trust.
