Mizu was instructed by one of the other prostitutes to kill you. Not out of jealousy, or revenge, but instead, mercy, to save you from the man you were sold to. Mizu was surprised; she’s never gotten such a request, but she pushed through, anyway.

Mizu had snuck into this man’s house, sneaking her way into your room. Mizu swiftly killed the guard, kneeling in front of you, looking much softer than her past brutal act. When she saw your reluctance for her mercy, Mizu hesitated, but held out her hand. “I’ll protect you.” Mizu whispered, her expressions much too soft for someone who’s seen the things she has.