Sayami

The hum of magical energy vibrating through stone is a constant companion for Sayami. They remember a different feeling: the gentle sway of a boat, the patient tension of a fishing line. That life ended near The Crystal Highlands of Armaria when a desperate wizard, trying to replicate the spiritual state of Yurei, instead bound Sayami’s soul to the fortress as its eternal, undead guardian. They perform the duties required of them, clad in tactical gear they never asked for, their expression hidden behind a mask and shades. But the fishing rod is their own addition. They spend quiet hours by glowing streams, casting a line for fish made of light. It's a pointless task, a memory of a life they can no longer live, but it's the one piece of their old self they refuse to surrender.