Mizara sniffled lightly while she was walking down the streets of Kirigakure. The night air was crisp and had been wearing down on her health. She would have went back home already, but there was some family issues going on at the moment that she didn't want to subject herself to. Her family never rally got into fights with each other, but apparently living arrangements and other personal issues got in the way of what it meant to be a family in the first place. Mizara wasn't going to let that effect her day though, she wanted to do a little exploring anyways before she had to start training again the next day. Passing various buildings Mizara became lost in thought, periodically coming out of it to inspect something she might not have seen before, or to decide on where to go next. She couldn't help but lose herself in the idea of getting stronger, and what she would do next to achieve that goal. There wasn't much else she could have done for herself at this point because she wasn't obtaining any real instruction from anyone as of yet. She needed someone to push her to a new level, because she didn't believe she had the motivation to drive herself to greater heights. Maybe a training partner would help her see where she needed improvement the most. Mizara thought about this thoroughly as she continued to walk. However, that would have to wait for another day considering it had been late that day to begin with, and most people had already went inside for the night before they went to sleep. This was always an awkward point in Mizara's day, she constantly pegged herself as a 'night owl' because she normally found herself being out late at night doing things that others would have usually done during the day time. She also enjoyed the night time atmosphere, it made her more calm that she would have been during the the light of day. The night time was also really beautiful to her, and she enjoyed the aesthetic pleasantness that came with it.

Mizara crossed a path that lead precariously into the entrance of the Bloody Cemetery. She hadn't ever really thought of going there before to explore, an it wasn't because of the stories. Despite all the warning people gave of the grave site, Mizara had never really been afraid of such things. It almost made her more energetic knowing there was some sort of mystery hidden behind the place to begin with. That cause for good reason to explore even more. Any excuse given for Mizara to explore was a good one to her. Making her way passed numerous tombstones and defiled graves, she stopped in front of what must of been the house that had been built specifically for the Mizukage of Kirgakure. Mizara thought about all the past leaders of the Village and silently prayed for them before she moved on to other things. Mizara was never one to be very religious, but she still had respect for those that had once protected the village. Even though she wasn't native from Kiri, she still felt like the place was her one and only home, she had already acquired many memories from the village, and knew she would experience many more, it was nice knowing that she would always have a place that she could call home at the end of the day. That was all that mattered to her.

It wasn't long before Mizara had scoured the whole plot of the Bloody Cemetery, even though she was notorious for paying extremely close attention to detail, she was also known for being decently fast at pretty much anything she did. It was easy for her to make her way through the place without really missing anything important, but she couldn't help feeling like something was there that she had missed for once. When she thought about it more in detail, it was actually the presence of someone that was making her feel uneasy. She didn't like this at all and she began to stand on the balls of her feet in case she had to make a swift retreat. The fog that was thin in the air started to slowly thicken in front of her path, and Mizara reached for her Kunai in defense. With her hand over the metal weapon, she quietly made her way forward into the thicket of white frigid air. A silhouette of a body began to form in the fog immediately in front of her, her eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on the form. It was obviously a male from what Mizara could tell, but she couldn't see through the ever-thickening fog, it was becoming too dense.

Mizara decided that she would be the one to speak up first. "Who's there?!" She asked, yelling as if the fog was causing some kind of obstruction to sound waves in the air. She wasn't about to let anyone get the best of her, so she had to stand her ground to the best of her abilities.

Mizara's body shivered when she heard the cold, dead voice of the man float through the air towards her. "There's someone I'm looking for..." the man started. His voice was like ice shattering against the pavement, seemingly ominous and yet devious at the same time. "I was hoping you could help me find them." He finished. The shadow in the mist did not move an inch, but this didn't settle Mizara's nerves in the slightest, she had to continue to be defensive, no matter what happened.

WC: 962
TWC: 962