A fierce warrior hiding memories.

She had been abandoned.
An innocent child, abandoned under the heavy snow storm.
She had not known her name upon being asked; she had not known where she was or who had done it to her.

“Red” was all she spoke.

At the age of eleven, that girl did not have a single memory of who she was.

The group had named her “Minzy”, and trained her to be just like them.
A fierce warrior, merciless, heartless.

In a short time, Minzy had mastered swords, knifes, and a large variety of Asian weapons.
Soon, she had become known as “the blood-thirsty beast”.
Her mark was the color red.
Red everywhere.

“Maybe Minzy had been raised by wolves” – some would play.
“Maybe Minzy is the pure child of war” – some would say
“Maybe Minzy was already born an Amazon” – some would speculate.

But Minzy did not remember…

But she did remember more than she would ever allow anyone to know.
The heavy snow, and the strong wind.
The way that man had and killed that woman, and then tried to do the same to her.
The way she had managed to take the knife from his hands, and carve it into his neck.

The white snow becoming red, as his blood ran everywhere. His face, her face…

Red everywhere.