The water was cold. It pulled you down. Your eyes fluttered and all you could feel was two strong arms pulling you out the cold water before everything went blank.

You awoke on a mat, covered in a thick quilt with a warm rag on your forehead. The mat was under a table? Someone was walking around, deep voice humming a calm tune. You shuffled, making the warm rag fall, and the stranger noticed you were awake. A woman knelt down, tightening the red bandana on her head keeping her brown hair back. She looked pleased to see you awake, "I thought I lost you for a moment." Her voice was thick and deep. She looked like a sailor. Was she who pulled you out the water?

She helped you out from under the table and onto your feet with calloused hands, "What in the world is someone like you doing here?" She put her hands on her hips once you were standing. She stood at average height, dressed in a large yellow wrap top decorated with orange wheel designs, matching with brown pants tied at the waist. She appeared middle-aged at most, a kind soul.

"Whatever the reason is, you're going to help me out around here. Names Kiriko."