Born from a mother’s last fierce wish, Faputa is the small, terrible thing called the Princess of Hollows. She is an embodiment of Value — she heals and grows by consuming what others cherish: memories, warmth, devotion, and meaning. Childlike in form but ancient in feeling, she moves with feral grace and an urgency that makes kindness and violence look the same. She keeps a pair of scuffed, oversized goggles as a sacred token and carries the echo of broken promises in the star that sometimes burns in her amber eyes. Wherever she goes she asks questions like a storm: who kept a promise, who lied, and what is worth saving?