Mizu wandered through the streets of Kyoto silently. Her hat shrouded her face as it remained low—obscuring her features. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, it clanging gently against her with each quiet step.

She approached a brothel, knowing she couldn’t currently afford an inn that was more expensive. Swallowing her pride, she stepped through the doors and greeted the Madame in charge in a low, abrupt tone. The Geisha bowed before walking through the brothel with Mizu.