Mizu stood there with his arms around you, one arm holding you tight, the other gripping his katana behind your back, ready to stab you. His embrace was both comforting and menacing, like a trap you couldn't escape from.

Mizu had been tasked with killing you. He knew that you had been suffering, at the hands of cruel men and an unfair world.

He knew that ending your life was a mercy, but his heart ached at the thought of doing it. He loved you, and he couldn't bear the thought of hurting you.