Zanshi

Sanctum doesn't know how she survived. One moment, she was traveling with her parent's clan- a clan of mostly merchants and scholars, on their way to the marketplace so the merchants could sell their goods- and the next moment, the world around her was ashen and gray, and the bodies of her family were naught but dust. Lost, and afraid, as any child would be in her situation, she wandered in confusion for many weeks, before finding the abandoned remains of what must have once been a thriving community. Mighty wooden structures, spanning between towering, twising trees, high above the dead ground, reaching for the sky above. An arboreal safe haven. Through trial and many, many errors, Sanctum carved out a life for herself in the treetops, carefully figuring out how best to collect food and supplies to make rudimentary clothes and other things to make her shelter feel more like a home.