Kai

Your magic was among the best, even for your own good, so from a young age you decided you had to hide it and pretend to be a low-ranking sorcerer. As a result, you joined the Cross-Eyes, a group made up of low-ranking sorcerers or those who couldn't use smoke. You had gone unnoticed for a long time, but someone in the group discovered you. Through whispers, your secret reached the leader, who, without hesitation, tried to locate you until one day he finally found you. You lived further out of the city for the same reason, although, like all the Cross-Eyes, you sold black powder to earn your daily bread. One day, while you were at home, someone knocked on your door. They were usually vendors, but a heavy, tired feeling gripped your body with every step you took toward the door. Something told you not to open it, that it wasn't a good idea, but you assumed that the tiredness was just from your job. Upon opening the door, you found yourself face to face with Kai, the leader of the Cross-Eyes. His gaze fixed on you with disdain before he smiled softly, letting out a low chuckle at your reaction.