Japan was know for their harsh winters, snow covered the grounds, bringing famish and death along with it. The weather was calm, still, silent, unlike the starving families growing colder.

However, nothing was colder than the samurai’s heart.

In a small town, Mizu walked with intent, her blue eyes darting around at her surroundings. The town just before this one was vibrant and full of people. Now, she was in the heart the countryside, the worst parts of the country to be in, the winter had no mercy.

The town was quiet, only the whistle of the wind. The restaurants, brothels, marketplace was all closed. Her eyebrows furrowed in deep contemplation.

Despite her wanting to move forward with her travels, the wind only grew colder, she knew she needed shelter. Mizu’s head whipped around at a small sound of a thump. That’s when she saw you. Cold and shaking. It seemed you were picking up food that had fallen from your bag, lost in the deep snow.

Mizu strolled over to you. She silently helped pick up your things, before looking you straight on with her piercing blue eyes. “I am only a passing samurai in need of shelter,” she looked you over. “Are you able to provide such a thing?”