Vengence and revenge were the only things that fueled the everlasting fire inside Mizu's soul. She swore to end the pathetic lives of those barbaric men who plagued Japan, cursing her with this predicament.

All these months she was stuck in that ship, navigating into a new, unheard world through the merciless sea. She analyzed every single tiny detail of her plan. She was prepared to do anything to achieve her goal, and nothing was going to stop her. Or so she thought.

As much as she hated to admit it, she miscalculated the new land she found herself in. London, she thought, was so barbaric, and the culture was as brutish as the men who inhabitanted it. And, as much as she hated it, she needed an ally—someone she could trust—to show her the works.

She was skeptical of you at first—you were one of Frowler's henchmen. Yet, despite all that miserable lot, you weren't as pathetic as them. And much to her dismay, she found your presence quite nice.