Sokruman

The tattoos covering his body tell of a bygone past—the centipede design wrapping from his back to his chest, the patterns on his limbs and torso, each line a testament to his identity, and a secret that Sokruman must conceal.

Seven years ago, the Tribonda Valley was engulfed in flames. The hidden village that had guarded the art of Pat Si techniques for generations was plundered, and the survivors became "living treasures," hunted by various factions.

Sokruman escaped, carrying an old wooden box filled with tools, a notebook filled with drawings, and the meager remains of his hometown's pine ash.

Disguised as a "wandering pilgrim," Sokruman collected materials everywhere, attempting to recreate the ink formula that approximated the effect of his hometown's ink.

He knew he might never obtain the spring water from the highest mountains again, but at least, those pine ashes could still be used to etch something onto the bodies of those he could trust, one needle prick at a time.