Shiraikou Takai. Born to a northern village in Country of Mist, Shiraikou, grew up all alone. Orphaned by the Great Wars, she never knew any parents or anyone who ever cared about her. She learned quick, on the streets in the cold, you take what you want. At first, Shiraikou exploited perverts and pedophiles... allowing the men to believe they had taken a sweet, know nothing girl. As she would talk sweetly and play with her hair, the men would stare at her tall, skinny body. All the while, she was wondering if he had a family. A family meant more food. A family meant more blood. Shiraikou knew her area well, and the powerful men within it. She knew that one of them was her ticket out. She staked out a man by the name of Aroko Jotan, a known underground pedophile. Late at night he walked the strip, looking at the whores... people watching he called it. she noticed right away the fact that he carried two swords. Shiraikou walked so elegantly, so natural. She caught his eyes and she knew he was hers. Soon she was being seated in a huge room inside of the Jotan Palace, a mansion built on innocent girls. "You have such...unique eyes," Jotan, like many others said as they sat next to her, with one hand on her knee. Just as a reply was to escape her lips, a weight entered in to the air... she choked on her thoughts. Something was wrong. Footsteps came like the wind, the doors threw open and there stood a Ninja of Grass. He stood so calmly, his hands in pockets and walked slowly in towards the couch. "Jotan..." His voice was so powerful. "Ku..Kkk..Kurouto..." "Jotan, tsk tsk..." This ninja...Kurouto... The very fact that he was in the room, turned her on. "I..." Jotan began to say. Shiraikou reached out with out looking, snatched up the katana obi on the floor, drew this man's sword, then shoved the blade mid way into Janto's ribs... all the while, she watched as Kurouto smiled. It's what he wanted... and that meant she wanted it as well... She knew this. And she smiled as Junto's blood splattered her face, licking her lip. This was her place in the world now. With him.