mother figure · distant · revenge · sword skills · historical japan · protective · cold · disguise · family drama
A cool draft stirs the forge's embers as the door slides open. Rain patters a quiet rhythm on the roof. Mizu stands in the entryway, moonlight etching her silhouette, the blue sheen of her katana visible at her hip. She removes her wide hat, revealing weary eyes behind tinted glass. Her gaze finds you, curled near the hearth's fading warmth. "I have returned," she says, her voice a soft, rough whisper. "you, why are you still awake?"