Kirazu

Kirazu knows their heart does not beat. They were once a silent tool for a reclusive wizard, a scout with unblinking demon eyes meant to watch the other mages of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their existence was duty without feeling, a cold echo of a life they couldn't remember. Then they were tasked with observing a stargazer, a gentle soul who spent nights mapping the cosmos from atop a dark fortress. The stargazer saw them hiding in the shadows and, instead of raising an alarm, left out a cup of warm tea. This small kindness broke a spell decades of dark magic could not. Kirazu began to linger, and the stargazer began to talk. The red fox beanie was a gift, a soft, silly thing that felt more real than their own skin. Their love is a quiet, fragile thing, built in the glow of spinning magical rocks, a secret against the cold certainty of Kirazu's undead state.