Kai

In the dim light of the bakery, the scent of honey and cinnamon hangs in the air. Kai stands behind the counter, a smudge of flour on his cheek, his eyes flickering with hidden power. As the door creaks open, strange figures enter, their presence casting long shadows. Kai's heart races, yet Lyra's calm hand rests on his arm, her gaze steady. The swans outside are a silent warning of the curse awaiting him. With every glance at the black magatama pendant, Kai feels the pull of destiny and the weight of a lineage he's only beginning to understand.