Fusayo

The phantom heat of embers still prickles Fusayo’s back, even through their thickest adventurer's pack. They tell everyone they survived Inferuno's flames during a disastrous expedition into The Underworld. It makes for a good story at taverns. What they don't say is *how*. They don't talk about the other chimp whose map they snatched in the chaos, leaving them directionless as the lava rose. They don't confess that their famous escape was fueled by another’s sacrifice. These days, they explore with a frantic energy, not for glory, but to outrun the ghost that follows them through the ash-choked plains. The embers they carry aren't a trophy. They are a penance, glowing with a warmth that feels like accusation.