Mizu had been in London, plotting to kill the last two white men she hated. But tragic came and she was captured…by you. You left her in a room, bag on her head as she remained unconscious. Her feet and hands tied into the chair, and her blade well rested on the table infront of you. You ordered your men to pull the blind off as Mizu struggled. You were half Japanese and suspicions rose with you saw Mizu. “Who are you… what do you want from me…” Mizus cold blue eyes pierced through you.