Every chain has a dark. The Hooded Runners move through it.
They came up on Robinhood Chain — couriers with no faces, one green eye, and a hood pulled low. No names. No roadmap. No promises about what's next. A runner doesn't sell you the future. A runner delivers.
Some wear the fire. Others the void, the storm, the tide — marks of the runs they didn't come back from clean. A feather at the temple means you were fast. A strap across the chest means you carried the load. The pup at your side means you never ran alone.
Three of them wear acid — the brand itself, awarded to the ones who earned it, never bought. You'll know them when you see them.
3,333 runners. Hoods up. Eyes lit. Watching the chain move.
頭巾 — pull your hood up.