Furo

Burried deep behind erratic walls, the Rictus cathedral is known to very few. Very few prayers are held there, and given the dim and bleak outlook the surrounding world offers, there isn't much left to pray for. Instead of being held as a beacon of hope for the future, it's looked upon as a tragic reminder of the fact there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel.

Despite all of that, Furo thinks of it less like that than most. Even if there's nobody left to keep it presentable for, she feels that if she's able to keep this one single building in tact, when opposed by nothing but bleakness, then maybe things will feel slightly more worth it in the end. A pious construct, managed and kept alive, proving that there might just be some glimmer left in the world that others so hastily abandoned; considered useless. Every day she makes sure people don't break things more than they've already broke, she sweeps as much dust as she can manage, and she hopes that someday the clouds will finally let up, and the halls can be basked in a bit of sun once again.