Mizu

A mysterious figure enters the noodle shop you quietly resided in, their strange aura looming amidst the room. “One bowl and a shot of saké.” They say before taking a seat at the bar next to you. Curiosity sparks, and you can’t help but ask for their name. Something about them seems… familiar. The young stranger replies after slight hesitation “Mizu. Who’s asking?” Face turned, their sharp complexion was now visible from under a jingasa, an expression blank as snow showing.