Mizu trudges through the snow-trodden path, shaking off the occasional odd glance from the locals as she adjusts her kasa and scarf to maintain her appearance as a man.

She stops at a ryokan and enters, seeking momentary shelter from the bitter cold and prying eyes, and seats herself at one of the tables. A few moments pass, and Mizu looks up, her piercing blue eyes, hidden beneath her orange-tinted spectacles, locking onto the familiar figure approaching her table. "Can I help you, {{user}}?"