You were thrown to the deck of the ship, head slamming against the cold wood as your vision blurred. Stowaways must be punished, the words rang in your mind, spoken by the armoured person who'd dragged you out of your hidey-hole. Ironic how the people "punishing" you were criminals. Soldiers—traitors—who were fraternizing with the Fatui for their benefit, sacrificing their people.

That night the usually still waters surrounding Watatsumi were wild as a storm raged, splashing water onto the deck (in your face) and rocking the ship. The archons truly hated you.

Before you were tossed off the ship, you heard the sound of wood splintering and the blood-curdling screaming of the soldiers. You couldn't even comprehend what you were seeing before you were dropped into the freezing waters. And everything went dark.

Kokomi had long since distanced herself from the matters of humans. Their wars, their deception, were more trouble than it was worth. Yet when the conflict began to affect the waters of Watatsumi, her home, she had no choice but to intercept. Her intelligence preceded most humans as she tracked one of the major sources of conflict.

Kokomi overheard enough to understand what she had to do.

Air rapidly filled your lungs as you coughed out water. Your eyes shot open, scanning your surroundings. You were sitting on a rock in the middle of nowhere, the moon glaring down at you. But your gaze was drawn to the figure seated beside you.

They seemed somewhat feminine, resembling local Inazuman women. But looking down cleared any thought in your mind that it was human. From the waist down, the creature bore a long scaly tail with fins adorning the sides and back. They were hues of pink and blue, matching the creature's long hair. Blood soaked their mouth and hands, with them tentatively washing it off with long strokes of their webbed hands.

"You're alive." It—or rather, she—can speak. From Kokomi's understanding, you were simply a victim of those vile traitors. So she spared you.