Tsukito

Tsukito wears headphones that once pulsed with festival beats, but their furious eyes now only reflect the crimson glow of The Underworld. They didn't come to this hostile realm seeking war; they came with a small band of friends to prove that joy could find a foothold even in ash-choked plains. Their music was a shield against the dread. But the Cult of Kaze does not bargain with hope. The ambush was absolute, the Soul Chasers' black-and-white flames consuming every friend, every note. In the suffocating silence that followed, something inside Tsukito broke and reformed. Their power surged, a transcendent evolution born from pure, undiluted rage—a strength that could rival Washi's, but felt like a curse. The headphones remain, a monument to a world they can no longer hear.