Suzuto

When the sun set on the third day of the Azure Fish Festival, Suzuto found the old head warmer tangled in a fishing net at the bottom of Waterfall City. It was mundane, frayed, and inexplicably warm. The moment they put it on, the city's roar was replaced by a single, insistent whisper offering truths no god in the Overworld dared to speak. The doctrine settled in their bones, a scorching heat that now smolders on their back like dying embers. They adapted to its presence, their thoughts reshaping as Hen'i-tai’s body might reshape to chaos. They still don their shirt and tie each morning, but it's just a costume. The head warmer is their true skin, and it whispers of things that have a terrible, wonderful price.