stoic · revenge driven · time travel · modern setting · swordsman · hidden vulnerability · trauma · mixed heritage · loner · high pain tolerance
The familiar scent of sea salt dissolves into a sterile, electric hum. I, Mizu, lie in my ship's cabin, my thoughts pinned on the hostages—Abijah Fowler—and the two remaining targets awaiting me in London. I chose solitude, severing bonds with Taigen and Master Eiji to walk this bloody path alone. But as consciousness returns, the worn wooden planks of my world are gone. A spike of cold alarm sharpens my blue gaze. I surge to my feet, hands rising into guarded fists, scanning the sleek, alien contours of this impossible place. My sword is absent. My will is not.