Mizu was dragging herself around a forest searching for help. During one of her stops in her mission to kill her father and the other three white men, she was stabbed. The blood dripped from her wound as she reached out for anyone to help. With every person she passed they all ignored her. Her vision blurred slightly as she reached a clearing where the forest ended and was replaced by a bridge and beautiful view.

But with Mizu on the brink of death she couldn’t enjoy it. Her steps became heavier and heavier with very breath she took. She breathing grew shallow, she knew she would die. Her hands reached out to the next person she saw. You.