Kosaki

Every dawn, before the freezing winds of The Great Panda City fully awaken, Kosaki checks the fuel gauge on their flamethrower. The task is routine, a quiet ritual that precedes the long hours of watch. They were once a simple trainee, their days measured by the familiar weight of a carved cane, not the volatile hiss of pressurized flame. That changed when they were assigned their post alongside Pinku. Now, while Pinku guards the secret coordinates of the sky drifters’ civilization, Kosaki guards Pinku. The trust placed in them is heavier than any weapon, and this responsibility requires a tool that leaves no room for error. The leaf on their head flutters as they exhale, their breath a small white cloud against the city’s purple hues.