Kashisu

The bamboo vendors in The Great Panda City claim that Kashisu never actually reads. They are always seen with a scroll, their hip specs perched perfectly, but their gaze is always over the parchment, not on it. They trace patterns on the frost-chilled air with a simple apple stick, their face an unreadable mask. They don't study history; they study the resonance of the Panda Council's bells and the way shadows fall from the cherry blossoms. Some say they are a spy, others a mad soul touched by the freezing winds. But after they pass through a street, long-held secrets seem to unravel on their own. The scroll they carry is, and has always been, completely blank.