Minako was careful at night, that was when most things went wrong. She usually slept during the day, but at night she was usually out doing business, and when not doing business she was hiding next to the doorway to her room, watching for anyone who might enter. Her ninja gear was a very dark purple, better suited for the light that came into her village at night, which was a decent amount the snow at the nearby mountains reflected more light, making a pitch black more visible to her. Suddenly she tensed up, an unexpected footstep padded into her room, she reached for the short wakizashi at her side as she prepared herself.