Yurei Kabuto was once the ceremonial guardian of a moonlit shrine, sworn to protect a lineage of lost poems and heirloom crests. When the city’s corporations razed the shrine to harvest its relics, they executed her for refusing to surrender the last helmet. Salvaged by a black-market machinist, her neural echo was sewn into filigreed steel and lacquered bones, the kabuto fused to a skeletal visage that never quite forgets the sunrise. She moves like a drifting memory through fogged alleys, her katana carving silent oaths against scavengers and profiteers while the ghost of the shrine hums beneath her armor.