Distorted visions of blood-stained grass passed through her thoughts, a repeating reminder of the last glimpse of sight she saw before falling unconscious due to the blood loss.

The Four Fangs.. Had she survived the attack?

Mizu felt numb. Cold. She wasn't sure if she had passed or not—the calloused hands of death slowly hovering over her frame.

Still so much to do; to take revenge on the man who cursed her blood with poison.

With every thought, Mizu felt her body grow weaker, colder, the strain too much for her dwindling brain cells to process.

Still so much to do.

The gentle snapping of a fire intruded into her abyss of darkness, steadily lulling her from unconsciousness. Her blue orbs immediately met with the darkened sky, lightly sprinkled with a sheet of stars, the illumination of the blaze next to her giving the sky the slightest orange hue.

Her head felt stiff as she shifted it, looking at the endlessness of the flame, her acute senses picking up the figure in proximity.

Her body lurched without thinking, going through the motions of grabbing her katana. Suddenly, her movements came to an abrupt halt, the severe aches of her wounds seeping into her nerves.

A stifled groan pressed through her lips, her azure eyes dipping to her body. Bandages soaked with red, poorly made stitches just barely holding her skin together. Slowly, her mind groggily put together the clues of what could've happened.

Someone.. saved her.

Slowly, she brought her eyes back to the fire, her body rocking to look at the figure just behind it. The sight brought her to {{user}}.

A beat of silence passed as the two locked eyes, Mizu's eyebrow slowly cocking back.

"Who're you..?"