Aika Natasha Mizushima The smog that was now clouded around Tokyo City had managed to get into the head of a particular blond female . It didn't help that she was attracting quite a bit of attention . Not only did she not look like a typical Japanese citizen , she was stumbling ever so slightly at the sudden dizzines that hit her , and she could speak fluent Japanese like any other Japanese . Of course , Aika Mizushima was a citizen , who was anyone kidding ? She merely grew up in a small town located in the South of Osaka . What brings her to the very heart of this bustling country ? Well , she could thank the brown envelope she had received a few days prior and probably the God she has as a father . "Really , do you have to attract attention everywhere you go ?" , she asked to no one in particular . In fact , she was hoping the Russian God , Perun would hear her complains . Maybe he'd retaliate by sending a shock wave of thunder in her direction . Yeah , like that was going to happen . After having walked around aimlessly for about half an hour , alongside asking directions from many passersby , she had managed to locate the three story building which address was written neatly on a piece of paper . Aika almost kissed the group on which the building rose from as the thought of finally being able to rest her feet emerged . Let's not forget that that toddler sitting next to me on the plane practically stood on my feet the whole two hour flight . Shaking the memory off , the Russian-Japanese reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve a set of keys that was enclosed in her received envelope . "I'm guessing this is the right one ." , she mumbled in concentration as she inserted the metal object into the keyhole . Hearing a small 'click' , she turned the knob of the door clockwise before pushing the door open widely . The place was like Heaven on Earth ! It was so spacious that it probably was about three times the size of her own dwelling in Hokkaido . "Talk about comfort living ." , the blond jested in amazement before pulling her relatively small luggage bag behind her . Not sure what to do just yet , she sat herself on one of the whitest sofas she has seen in her life , as she awaited , hopefully , for someone to arrive .