It was much farther down than Mayumi had thought at first. So much farther. Even while climbing up to the fifth floor of the abandoned business building she hadn't realized just how far it truly was down to the ground until her feet teetered on the edge of the broken, full-length window. Down below there was an open manhole, and Mayumi was sure if she just aimed her fall right, no one would be able to see or find her after she hit the bottom; some small part of her relished becoming an unsolved mystery. Mayumi Fujita, 17, vanished mysteriously one day after leaving school. Her father, Hiro Fujita, did not report her missing until nearly midnight as he was frequently away at work until that hour. Her body was never found. Mayumi rolled around a few different iterations of the immaginary headline as the wind toyed with her hair. It was cloudy and the air was heavy, signaling that a storm was being driven into the city by the increasing wind. Her fingers curled around the frame of the window and she took a deep breath, looking down at the dark hole below. A moment later, she let go of the frame. The fall suddenly seemed to take ages, and Mayumi struggled in the air, almost immediately wishing for a rope or ledge to grab onto; anything to stop her descent. But the hole rushed up to meet her, divulging a woman in a navy business suit-- Before she could ponder that too long, Mayumi had fallen into the hole, and for a brief moment, she felt as though she'd simply stopped falling and was hanging in midair. In another moment, she was floundering in hot water that stung her eyes. There was pain and pressure under her stomach, and then she was being hoisted up and into air. Coughing and choking, Mayumi blinked and tried to find what was holding her aloft so uncomfortably. From what her hands could tell her,, it was a stick or staff topped with metal and metal rings-- a monk's staff. As her eyes cleared, a woman faded into view just in front of her as she was turning to get a towel from the edge of the pool. Situated in her dark hair was a mouth grinning lewdly at Mayumi. "Humans always smell terrible," the mouth cackled, licking its lips. Like a fish Mayumi gaped for a moment before screaming and nearly falling off the staff; before she could, it was swept in and she was tossed on the dirt at the feet of a woman who radiated cold air. "Well, Eira, what shall we do with her? She's clearly human," the giant red man rumbled, digging the bottom of his staff into the dirt.