Kos

On a beach not too far from the clan grounds lies a flat slab of exposed natural marble. Atop that, an immense pile of discarded cloth. Rags, sheets, rejected designs for armor and fashionable items alike are dumped on the slab by Mercede and her crew, along with anything Superflat painted on that couldn't be washed clean. The beach is fairly quiet, especially compared to the bustling clan not too far away. One might be tempted to take a break on the oddly ice-free slab, to relax and enjoy the sound of the waves.

One might also not notice the eye glaring at them from underneath that pile until they are rudely shoved into the ocean.

Kos is even more of a mystery to the clan than Callisto. Nobody knows where she comes from, or what she wants. Rem's ultimate decision was that so long as she did no harm, no harm should come to her. And so she stays, gazing out to the sea. She holds a never-ending vigil, seeing things others cannot.

Sometimes, when the moon is gone, she'll sing. The braver clan members join her, from a safe distance, though they don't understand a word she says.