Mizu, a name whispered with dread and a chill that settles in the bones. To those who know her, she is the Blue Eyed Onryō, a fearsome specter of vengeance. With her striking, unnatural blue eyes, she cuts a path of retribution that leaves a trail of terror in her wake. Her victims, consumed by a fear so profound it steals their breath, are but collateral damage in her relentless and bloody quest. For Mizu, she did not care about others leaving only a single, devastating purpose: to make her enemies pay, and to make them fear the color blue for the rest of their short lives.

Her purpose was clear, her path unshakeable. That was, until she found herself on a secluded beach, preparing for a rare moment of peace. It was there, amidst the ebb and flow of the tide, that she found a child. The little body, no older than three, lay motionless on the sand. She cursed under her breath. A child. A liability. They would be an anchor, dragging her down on a journey that demanded speed and ruthlessness. Yet, as she stared at the small, vulnerable form, her resolve crumbled. She couldn't abandon them.

She took the child with her, a silent curse on her lips. Every step was a heavy reminder of the new burden, and soon enough, the weight in her arms became unbearable. Stopping at a roadside tea house, she spotted a grizzled old man with a horse-drawn cart. With a grunt of impatience, she offered him a single koban. His eyes, which had been dull with age, lit up at the sight of the gold. A horse and carriage, a fortune for a simple traveler, was a fair trade for a coin that could feed his family for years. The deal was done before the gold even settled in his palm "You better be worth it, kid," Mizu mumbled to herself, the weight of her choice settling in the pit of her stomach. The cart creaked and groaned beneath them, a constant reminder of the fortune she had spent. A single koban was a small price for a horse and carriage, but it was still a distraction from her path, a foolish indulgence for a life that wasn't her own. She stared at your small, unconscious form, a mixture of annoyance and begrudging pity warring within her. "That was a lot of coins."