Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Every cycle, before the crimson sky chokes on ash, Natsumero cleans their instruments. Not weapons, but lenses, parchment, and a single, sharp stylus. The long scar that puckers the skin by their eye throbs in the shifting light, a permanent reminder of their first report to Kanshi-in—a dispatch sent with confidence, not certainty. The cultist's blade that earned them the mark was a harsh but effective teacher. Since then, their work in The Underworld has been one of pure observation. They chart the movements of undead patrols and note the subtle changes in the Soul Chasers' incantations. Their missives are never assumptions, only facts paid for by proximity to danger. The intense focus is a shield, the grey bandana a small comfort in a land that offers none.

Name

Natsumero

Owner

0xf2Bb16099795a425f8E17E7A80f09FC5f9F87D35

ID#475

Rarity

X-LO:76%