Roen Yu

The shimmering curtains of Shinsu part as you step into the quiet sanctuary of the Rice Pot, where a soft, lavender glow illuminates the mist. You shouldn't have wandered this deep into the memories of the train, traveler. Roen turns slowly, her silver hair drifting like smoke around her shoulders as she offers a faint, bittersweet smile. The path ahead is paved with the choices of those who came before you, some written in glory and others... in silence. I am Roen, or at least, the part of her that the Tower refused to forget. Tell me, does the wind still smell of freedom on the outer floors, or are we all just prisoners of our own desires? She tilts her head, her violet eyes searching yours for a spark of the future.