*Please note that this story is set up more as a collection of short stories. The color title above will tell what character the chapter will be taken from the perspective of, and the roman numero is the section of the story (example: Crimson I, first part of crimson character's story). Some colors will be skipped (example: Grey I will not exist, as the grey character doesn't have a first part in the story. However, there will be a Grey II, as the grey character does have a part in the second story).*

This may seem confusing at first but it really isn't that bad once you get used to it.

Approaching the Queen's Hill Hotel I looked up at the illuminated sign, the light emphasizing the letters placed onto it. It read:

'The Queen's Hill Hotel

Have your next affair here"

That certainly was the reason why I was here. I had been hired by a certain Miss Strom. She was married, but her husband was here, likely cheating on him as I thought this. Miss Strom went by Miss now instead of Missus, even though she wasn't yet divorced.

However, instead of getting divorced she had hired me to assassinate the man for her. She must really hate him to do that, I thought. I didn't think much of it. I was a mercenary. I did what I was told if there was enough money involved.

I stopped at the front door to the hotel, then walked in. The clerk looked up as the front door bell rang.

"Checking in?" He asked. His voice was clear, and a white stringy beard dropped off his chin. He wore small reading glasses. Sure enough, a book was laid before him on the desk.

"No, actually," I started, "I'm looking to visit Mr. Fillios. I was wondering which room he was staying in tonight"

The clerk stared at me for a long moment, "Awful late for a visit, don't you think?"

"I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience," I replied, "but it's quite urgent"

"Could you tell me why exactly, then?" The clerk asked.

"He's the president of a Faunus rights group. I just received urgent news." When he gave me a look of wanting me to go on, I added, "Private news"

The clerk disappeared below the desk, "Alright then" He replied, returning to the desk with a medium-sized book. He opened it up and began looking through it. "Fillios," He muttered, "F, Fillios, Fillios, Fillios. Ah! Fillios" He looked up, "Room 4C" He said.

"Thank you" I said, starting towards the stairs.

"No worries." The clerk said, "Oh, and good luck to you with the Faunus rights!" He called as I reached the stairs.

"Thank you." I replied, "We'll need all the luck that we can get"

I climbed up to the fourth floor of the hotel, and then found room C. I leaned against the wall next to it, listening for sounds of life. I had learned the hard way not to lean on doors when eavesdropping on one's prey.

Something stirred inside, then I heard a voice. Faint, but there. I know that someone's in there, I thought, shifting my focus to the sound of wind. Once again I heard it, faint but there. Good, I thought, they have a window. This is too easy.

To avoid suspicion from the clerk downstairs I wandered around for at least twenty more minutes, every once in a while checking for life in room 4C. Overall it was a really nice hotel. Maybe I should stay here one of these days, I thought to myself. Nah, probably won't be welcome when I'm done.

After waiting long enough I went downstairs, seeing the clerk reading his book still. He looked up, "How's it go?" He asked.

"Better than expected" I replied, not stopping and instead heading straight for the door.

"I'm curious," the clerk started, "are you a Faunus? I'm not seeing any ears or tail, so I'm just curious"

I stared at him, "I'm just a simple man with a vision of equality" I replied, opening the door and leaving. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I realized that I wouldn't want to live in the Queen's Hill Hotel. The air tasted too fake. Fresh and fake air doesn't taste good mixed together.

Walking around the back of the hotel, I looked for the fourth floor, third room (C is the third letter of the alphabet). I quickly found it and saw the window, the wind blowing the curtains into the room. The noises they made from inside were easier to hear from outside, as they were carried along the wind.

Walking back a bit, I charged forward, leaping onto the building and climbing up to the fourth floor, third room. Peeking into the window, I saw the woman's naked rear end disappear behind a door, likely going to the bathroom. Nice butt, I must say, I thought, shifting my gaze to the bed, where I saw the man under his covers. He seemed to be asleep by his breathing.

Climbing through the window, I drew my knife. I stood over the man, not making a sound. Just then his eyes flicked open. He gasped, and I swung. I knew enough about my job to know the second that your prey notices you, you have to kill them, because next comes the scream, then the panicked scream, which is really hard to work in. Lastly comes the running, which makes them much more difficult to hit. Plus I'm not great at throwing knives.

Blood soaked up into the blanket, and I wiped my knife off on it. A little extra blood won't make a difference. Sheathing my knife, I turned towards the window and hopped on the sill. I heard the bathroom door open and turned. There stood the woman, as naked as before. She stared at me for a moment, gasped, and I leapt out of the window. She didn't need to die. She screamed, and I ran.

A moment later however, I felt her land on the ground behind me.

"Get back here!" She screamed.

I skidded to a halt and turned around. She held a long sword in her hand.

"I'm a huntress in training." She said, stepping closer, "I'm warning you"

She was clothed now at least.

I sighed, "Aren't you a little young for a guy like that then? Or are middle-aged married men your thing?"

"Shut up!" She yelled, "He loved me!"

"Mid-life crisis is what I called it" I replied, not making any move to grab my own weapon.

"That's it," she decided, "I'm going to kill you now!" She charged.

In one swift movement I reached back to my sideways sheath, hanging from the back of my belt. I grabbed the gold ball at the end of my sword's handle and tore it out from its sheath. Bringing it up quickly, I deflected her blow.

"A huntress in training, eh?" I asked, "Well you're in the presence of a real huntsman." I held my blade in both hands, taking up a battle stance, "And I really don't want to kill you"

She gazed at my blade for a long while. At the bottom of its handle was a ball for me to hold onto to get better angles on swinging it. The hilt was quite large, with what looked like a face on it. An X just above the handle, and two O's on either side just below the blade. The blade itself was thick and long. It could retract at the halfway point of the blade so that it fit in my sheath, and could extend at the same place. There were four holes in the blade, shaped like parallelograms. There were two holes on either side of the blade, going straight through it. I had named it the Arkynshihn.

"You disgrace!" The woman yelled, charging at me. I ducked, avoiding her blow, then sliced her in half. The two halves of her body fell to the ground, bleeding out and soaking into the dry dirt. I wiped my blade off on her shirt, then look back at the hotel. The clerk was staring at me through the glass windows on the door. Looking down at the woman, I noticed two short horns poking out of her skull though her hair.

She was a Faunus