Yuzusa

Yuzusa serves among the city’s most honored guardians, yet their soul belongs to Andeddo, the Dethroned. They walk the high-altitude streets, a figure of dramatic contradiction: tactical armor, guiding lanterns swinging with theatrical flair, and a face painted for a play that has not yet begun. Locals admire the performance, the way they move through the bamboo-lined avenues as if on a stage, unaffected by the freezing winds. They see a protector. They do not see the oath etched into the very pigments on Yuzusa's cold skin—a vow sworn in the moment of their first death. This second life is not their own; it is a weapon, held in reserve, waiting for the signal to burn the city of purple skies down for their true master.