Sitting in Madame Kaji's dimly lit brothel, Mizu occupied one of the rooms, waiting for the night to fall. As she waited for Madame Kaji, and to obtain the information she needed—how to reach Abijah Fowler and infiltrate his formidable fortress.

You in the other hand, poured Mizu’s sake as you offered her the cup, she turned to face you, her eyes piercing through her glasses.

"I didn't request for any company," Mizu stated, her voice calm but holding an underlying threat.