Viola had managed to escaped her living hell the girl was hungry she walks out the centre of the city managing to hop onto the back of a hansom cab. Once she was out in the country she starts to walk after jumping off the carriage, the girl was trying to find her way back home. The girl looked around hearing some sheep that were grazing her hunger made her seek them out, she found a small group and started attacking them without realising what she was doing. 

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The streets were cold, but they held a freedom only the night could give her.  The lone sound of her heels sounded against the cobblestone paths she took.Full skirts shifting along the way. She sighs feeling the tightness of the corset she wore digging at her sides. She found herself missing the softer fabrics of the kimonos from back home. Yet her employer had brought her here. He treated her as his wife to the public, yet in private used her to gather information on the people he interacted with. Pulling her shawl tighter around her as she walked wincing as it tugged to tight on her upper arm where a bruise was forming. She’d spoke back to him one time too many and found herself on the wrong side of Donzo. She had a matching one on forming on her cheek She had refused to use someone she had grown close to. He wanted her to seduce him to gather more details on his family’s heritage. Donzo had said it’d be easier for her, someone who had grown up in the same country, to get closer to Kakashi than someone who had merely had the same race like himself. The older man had grown up here and had no real understanding of Japan. Yet once she got close enough she couldn’t do it. Even more so when Kakashi had come to treat her so kindly.

The cold winter wind stung her skin like thousands of needles. It hurt , especially her skin, seeing as how reptilian she was. She couldn’t tell whether or not her tears were frozen or in the process of freezing.