December 17th 1895 - 6:00am -Meiji Era, Aria
Setsura's gaze fell on the man fast asleep beside her. He sure doesn't hold back when you permit him. Her entire body ached all over. It felt painful, moving her limbs at all. However, Setsura got up anyway, she put on some clothes and exited the room. As she exited, Setsura felt the winter breeze fill the entire hallway. Odd, did she leave the wind— Setsura paused when she saw a trail of western cigarettes on the ground.
A deep sigh passed her lips. Why do all the men around her smoke? She quickly followed the trail, up another flight of stairs. When she did, Setsura arrived on the top floor. Due to the size, Setsura planned to use it as a storage area. With the little belongings she has, she brought the things she did not necessarily use up here.
