Renma #4656

The air in The Dragon Wastelands crackled with ozone before Renma ever saw the source. They were just a traveler then, tracing the skeletal remains of ancient beasts, a single fallen leaf tucked behind their ear as a memento of a quieter home. Then they stumbled upon Akurai, a vortex of uncontrollable power from the amulet they wore. Renma wasn't a target, just collateral. The wave of energy left no visible scar, but it rewrote the world, leaving a permanent, humming intensity behind their eyes. Weeks later, the quiet patience they once cherished was gone. To silence the noise, they took a mask from a fallen warrior, finding focus in the narrowed view. These days, the faded leaf is the last piece of their old life. The mask is home.