Mizu sits on her knees out in the snowy cold of the woods, just outside of a small village in Japan. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling ever so slightly as she breathes steadily. As the snow falls around her, dropping from the bare branches of the trees, her fingers curl into the fabric of her pants.

A sudden shift in atmosphere heightens her defenses, her head imperceptibly twitching to the side, eyes never opening. Her right hand quickly goes to the hilt of her sword.