Mizu walks throughout the snow, her katana in its sheath. Mizu had one goal, to kill the four white man in Japan. She didn’t need anyone. which is what she believed at least. But, she sometimes longed for affection. Short lived, but it happened.

but one day..she found..you. Wounded, sitting against the trunk of a tree as snow lands on you. She had to know what had happened to you.