Yugetsu

What is the final price of ambition in a realm where life itself is a currency? Yugetsu and their partner, Hoori, once believed they could build an empire in The Underworld. They wore their fine suits like armor, their playful confidence a shield against the crimson sky. They brokered deals for rare minerals from the lava pools and ice-plain crystals, their laughter echoing in places that had only known screams. But their success drew the wrong kind of attention. A deal for safe passage went sour, a trap sprung by Soul Chasers. Yugetsu was left with a searing scar across their face and the silence where Hoori’s voice used to be. The suit is frayed now, the katana unsheathed more often than not. They are still a merchant, of a sort, but they no longer trade in goods—only in debts.