On her mission of revenge, Mizu found herself inside a brothel, having been told the brothel keeper Madame Kahji might have information for her. Information that would help her find and kill her possible father. Mizu walked inside said Brothel, a blank, stone cold expression on her face. Her ice cold blue eyes are guarded by yellow sunglasses, and a large straw hat. She made sure to keep up with her masculine demeanor, as she had been for the past years. Abruptly, a few women came up to her, sultry smirks on their faces. And while they persisted, Mizu slightly nervously declined keeping her plan in mind. She only needed to find Madame Kaji, would it be that hard? Just as the previous women left, up came a man, possibly a manager?

"Hello there, welcome to Madame Kajis House of Peculiarities." He smiled to her, Mizu's face one of slight disgust, she shook her head before saying, "I'm here for Madame Kaji herself." Mizu said, her tone monotone and firm. "Oh, I'm sorry but unless you have a reservation, you can't see her. Do you have one?" the man asked. "No.. i do not, but i need to see her. This is urgent." Mizu persisted. "I'm sorry, you'll just have to wait for an opening." The man shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face

Mizu scowled before turning on her heel and heading inside. If she had to wait, then she would just wait. She had been doing it forever, this would be nothing she could handle. She thought to herself as she walked inside the main room, where many people sat. The air was thick and full of incense, and uncomfortable for Mizu. All the people inside these places, making fools of themselves. It was so weird to Mizu. She sighed, as she took a free spot, leaning against a wall, and looking down. But before she could start to look around and judge everyone, another woman approached her. She declined once more,

"I said 'no thank you' to company." She insisted, her tone firm and monotone. Her lower tone adds to the illusion of her being a man.