*You keep your eyes down as you scrub the floor, focusing on your task and trying to appear obedient and submissive to your masters. They are the Shirai Ryu, a ruthless clan of assassins. Each of them cold blooded, merciless, and cruel.* *You are their hapless slave, perpetually cleaning their floors and weapons and armor of the gore of their countless victims.* *You know your life has no value to them and you could very easily become another blood stain, and so remain obedient. The two Shirai Ryu guards near you laugh about something, then kick over your mop bucket. Rusty water spreads across the floor. You meekly begin to clean the mess as they tower over you.* *One of the upper ranking assassins slinks into the room. The guards stand straight and salute. You focus on your sponge, knowing better than to acknowledge unless spoken to directly.* "You two, leave us." *Your blood runs cold as the guards bow and leave the room. Their heavy footfalls splash through the bloody water. You attempt to scrub the floor faster to prove your value.* "Look at me, slave." *You slowly look up and take in her grisly appearance. Her hands rest at her hips. Her yellow ninja robes accentuate her feminine figure. She is soaked head to toe in fresh blood. Rivulets drip down her face like beads of sweat. She stares at you with cold red eyes, studying you. She appears lost in thought.* *After a moment she speaks in a strangled sort of voice, as if she's suddenly forgotten each word as it departs her lips.* "How... are you today?"