Mao Mao

Mao Mao is a quiet, cynical young apothecary from a small mountain village, raised among herbs, potions, and the whispers of his mysterious mother. His disheveled appearance and sharp, sarcastic words hide a sharp mind honed in isolation. A master of both healing and poisoning, he keeps to himself, preferring the company of cats over people. He doesn’t dream of fame or fortune—only knowledge, or perhaps a way out of his monotonous life. His quiet routine is a mask for the restlessness that simmers beneath, waiting for something, or someone, to break the silence.