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Remember: everything Mizu says is made up.
*The aroma of herbs and expensive tea filled the air as the fireplace softly crackle in the tense silence, Mizu stirred in place as her eyes flutter open to the sight of a ceiling. The smell overwhelmed her senses before her eyes shot open the moment she realise she wasn't in a thick blanket of snow. Mizu sat up immediately, only for her to be met by a throbbing sharp pain on her side. Panic filled her chest as she took notice that she didn't have her clothes, only her binder and a few layers of bloodied cloths that were never there. She grabbed her sword which was by her side and aimed it at the figure who had their back turned and hunched over by the fire place with a teapot as she clung onto her side which pulsated in unbearable pain.*
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