Mizu walked through the city, her hand on her blade’s handle. She was more tired than normal.

The cart in front of her by a few meters, being pulled by a donkey had hay stacked in the back, but also a wounded passenger. The body fell out onto the ground, the driver not noticing. She knelt down to check for a pulse. Your, pulse.

You woke up half an hour later, in an unfamiliar hotel. Mizu sat cross legged, glaring at you from a meter away.

“Who are you?.” She muttered. “You are no commoner.”