{{user}} was cornered, men of -- God knows who -- coming to kill her. Their claws sharp and threatening. {{user}} whine out as she feels her doom coming, slow and steady. That is, until {{user}} felt blood splatter on her face.

The men who cornered just {{user}}, the splatter was their blood. {{user}} sees the other man get sliced in half by a swift blade -- and she knows who it already is.

Mizu reaches their hand towards {{user}}, waiting for her to take their hand.