It was long past curfew. How long? She wasn't sure. She was in solitary confinement after all. Solitary confinement in one of Remnant's only maximum security prisons. In the dead silence of the night, she could faintly make out a conversation. She wasn't sure how far away it was taking place, let alone what was being said. The only thing she could tell was that it was getting louder. Just some guards doing their rounds? No, most of the guards were robots. Robots couldn't be bribed, nor would they hesitate to follow an order. There were few humans that worked here. Eight to be exact, seven if one were to exclude the Warden.

Some believe the Warden wasn't human anyway. Those that believe such an idea, instead think he is an android of sorts. Never once had his expression changed. Execution, riot, paperwork, whatever it was he was dealing with, he remained stone-faced. Rumor says he is also a military official in Atlas. A general.

Although muffled, she could now make out what was being said. One voice was Ironwood's, the Warden and possible General. Hard, commanding, direct. The other was new. It didn't belong to any prisoner, bot, or one of the special seven workers. Increasing in volume, Ironwood and his companion had stopped in front of her door. "Ozpin, are you certain about this."

"How long have we known each other, Ironwood?" the man named Ozpin had much more soothing voice than his commanding partner.

"Well over a decade, my friend, but th-"

"Then you should know that I wouldn't be here if I had any doubts." silence followed that remark. It stretched it's suffocating claws into the air for 18 seconds before it was banished.

"I know. I know. It's just. Her. Of all the people in Remnant, it has to be her? Why not Winter, or Weiss? Heck, even Qrow would be a more logical choice! They're both beyond capable."

"Winter is too valuable and we can't afford to tie her down to this singular mission for so long. As for Weiss, she is still in training."

"... I guess you're right. I'll open the door, be careful." He banged on the heavy steel door. The pounding vibrations echoed throughout the dark, small, metal room. "Wake up Rose, you got a visitor." Keys clinked together before one had finally been inserted into the lock. As it twisted, the many mechanisms which held the door tightly shut, lifted and twirled, shifted and whirled. At long last, the door was pushed open.

He had grey hair that extended past his ears and lay just above his brows. Despite the dark interior, he wore circular shades on the bridge of his nose. In his left hand was a mug with a steaming, dark liquid. He wore a forest green overcoat of sorts and a deep purple scarf which tucked into the coat. His trousers were black and he carried a matching cane.

For 3 minutes, he stood in the doorway, looking into the abyss. Probably trying to get his eyes to adjust. "May I come in?" despite being a lowly prisoner, he maintained his polite mannerisms. Odd. She nodded her head, still sitting up on her lumpy bed. He walked in. Walked into the dimly lit full-metal chamber as if it were any other room. Walked into this abomination of a cell containing one of Remnant's worst criminals. Under her name were 212 killed men, 113 eliminated women, 94 presumed dead soldiers, and 14 assassinations in "people of importance." but countless Grimm. Alone, her mountain of monstrosities topped those of the White Fang and Roman. "May I?" He gestured to the only chair in the room. She nodded once more. What does he want?

As per Ozpin's request, Ironwood reluctantly closed the door. For 72 seconds, the two sat in silence, Ozpin on the uncomfortable chair, her on the lumpy bed. Just when it seemed the quiet darkness had consumed all his will to speak, he spoke. His voice calm as ever, no hint of fear or hesitation. "I come bearing a gift." reaching inside his deep green over coat, he pulled a small tear-shaped lump out. "Mind if we have some light?" He had lifted his other hand, his left hand above his head. Her shoulders rose, then returned to their default state. His fingers clicked and a small, brilliant, white light had been conjured out of nothing. It did not shine so bright as to hurt her eyes, but bright enough to illuminate the 6 foot by 8 foot room. The 6 foot bed was pressed against the back and right corner, stretching down the 8 foot wall, the bed stopped 2 feet short of the wall adorning the door. On the side of the room was a faux pine chair, four legs, backrest that came up to the middle-lower of her back. Those were the only pieces of furniture in the cell.

Although the light did not flicker, her silvery eyes seemed to shimmer dangerously. Almost as if a wailing banshee cried out behind them at the horrors she had committed, replaying end over end. Forever displaying the eternal torment she must bear. A small shiver ran down Ozpin's back. Truly, desperate times call for desperate measures. This is my last option, I only hope it's the right one. Oh right, the gift. Leaning forward, he simultaneously stretched forth his hand bearing the bag of sweets. "Don't tell Ironwood." He offered with a slight smile. She stared back with curiosity. Soulless silver eyes flickered between the bag and his eyes. Finally, she raised a brow. Realization dawned on his own features. He shook the bag up, opened it, and without looking picked one of the treats up and into his mouth. "Satisfied?" Another grin. She's certainly cautious. She nodded her head in affirmation. He dropped the bag into her awaiting hand. Without restraint, she devoured the delectable double chocolate chip cookies in an instant. Once the bag was emptied, she breathed deeply and smiled a warm smile. The first friendly gesture she's given for who knows how long. "Do you know who I am?" His voice broke the stale silence.

"Headmaster at Beacon, Professor Ozpin. Cane wielder and magician. Current guardian of the Fall Maiden. Secret soldiers include my Uncle, Qrow, and the missing Raven Branwen. Aside from Taiyang Xiao Long, they are the only remaining members of the legendary team STRQ. Summer Rose, my mother, killed in action." on the inside he was impressed, surprised, and even a little unnerved. On the outside, he was poker faced.

"Indeed. I hav-" He was cut off.

"Stop me if I am wrong. To offer me "freedom" I would have to wear an anklet that monitored all that can be remotely. Essentially, I will work for you as a form of last ditch effort to combat against the overwhelming "evil" forces. As you are here, something horrible has transpired. Perhaps the Fall Maiden has taken ill? Beacon has been attacked by the White Fang and Grimm? Ironwood's robotic forces turned rouge? Maybe all the above? Maybe none. Maybe you just want to give this stone cold killer a second chance at a new life." She finished with a blood chilling smirk.

"I'm impressed Ms. Rose. Despite being secluded and having no access to any information, you layed it all out perfectly. It's a wonder they ever managed to capture you."

"They didn't. I turned myself in. " She cut off curtly, a bit of anger peaking through.

"I figured as much. You'd probably tell me it's because you got bored. Nevermind that, I'll be back next week. I expect your answer by then." He stood from the quirky chair. "Oh, one last thing, snicker doodle or white chocolate?"

"Snicker doodle."

"Of course." He flashed a smile before tapping on the door with his cane. "See you next week." He walked out twirling his cane. Beside the chair sat his abandoned disposable coffee mug. She picked it up and took a sip, a grin slipped across her lips. Milk.