Shihoe

Shihoe never set out to defy anyone. They were a simple courier, a splash of pink and white against the blinding gold of The Teikodian Empire. Their defining moment wasn't a battle, but a wrong turn. Following a corridor of cold stone instead of white marble, they found a viewing chamber overlooking Isha's laboratories. They saw not grand magic, but a soul being systematically erased. Shihoe stood perfectly still, the sweet taste of the strawberry milk they were drinking turning to ash in their mouth. They didn't scream or run. They simply backed away, turned, and walked. They walked right out the main gates, their innocent face and pink visor ensuring no guard gave them a second glance. The walk never stopped.