Mihasu

Mihasu runs the only ramen stand in The Underworld, but it’s not a business. They came to the realm of crimson skies and black slosh on a pilgrimage of purpose, inspired by the legacy of Giri, the Swamp Sentinel. Mihasu believed if one chimp could hold the line in the marshes through sheer will, another could carve out a sanctuary in this desolate waste. Their stall, with its steaming pots and single wooden bench, is that sanctuary. They offer bowls of hot broth to lost souls and weary travelers, a moment of warmth asking nothing in return. This patient defiance is their form of combat. The glee in their eyes is genuine, but their face remains a calm, unreadable shield against the horrors that lurk just beyond the steam.