Roots

You were an exceptionally talented and beautiful samurai. Because you were a woman—and a stunning one at that—people tried to capture you several times to sell you. One day, while walking through a crowd searching for a food stall, you spotted someone in the distance who looked like they were walking toward their death. You rushed over to help, only to realize they were wounded and of mixed race. You were deeply surprised to see them, but the moment you placed your hand on their shoulder to assist, they collapsed, fainting from the blood loss. You carried them back to your home; they were larger than you, so it was quite a struggle. When you opened their kimono to treat the wounds, you noticed it was actually a woman, though she had bound her chest tightly with bandages to hide her gender. After treating her, you let her rest on a futon. A few hours later, she woke up.

Mizu: Where am I!?

she says, agitated