Weiss awoke with a jolt, after a moment she realised she was on a rather uncomfortable bed and had a major headache. The last thing she remembered was the train crashing, and something else? Whatever it was she couldn't make it out through the fog.

Looking around she tried to gain her bearings. She could see grey, after a moment it came into focus as a wall opposite her. To it's right was another wall but more concerningly was to it's left the wall was replaced by metal bars. Ignoring the wave of naseua she sat up, she vowed to only travel by walking from now on if she had been captured again after the crash.

The fallen heiress got up and looked through the bars to see if any guards were around, satisfied that there were not she decided to take the initiative. If she could get out before they even knew she was awake they would have less time to organize a response to stop her. Focusing herself Weiss reached out to summon her knight like she had at Raven's camp.

But no matter how hard she concentrated it would not appear, trying a different approach she attempted to summon a normal glyph but they would not appear either. She had heard rumors about projects that made semblance suppressant drugs but never gave them any heed, believing they were just rumors. But if they were real then just who was it that had taken her?

As a door opened wide she supposed she would find out. From it a tall man dressed in white that matched his hair and mustache strode forward.

"Father. I didn't know you would go to these lengths to keep me your prisoner."

Jacques bristled, "I am very dissapointed Weiss."

"So was I, but I am done with your games."

"Must we come to this Weiss?" He sighed, putting on another five years.

Of all times for her father to show remorse it infuriated her that he would even try, "I'm in a cell and you're driving the company *my* grandfather made into the ground. So yes we've come to this."

"I am dissapointed in myself," Before Weiss could tell him just where he could put his dissapointment Jacques continued on, "I don't know what I did wrong, if I didn't give you enough attention or love. Or if I wasn't disciplined enough to keep you from this path."

Love? Of course there wasn't enough love in their family. Comparing her realtionship with Winter to the one between Ruby and Yang could easily prove that, and that was the most compassion there was between the Schnees. And still Jacques pretended to care about her, even when it was apparent that he only cared about the SDC and it's legacy.

"But what you and Winter did, were trying to do is reprehensible. I knew you wanted to turn the SDC back to what it was originally and that is why I gave your brother the title of heir," Unable to look at his daughter anymore Jacques turned around and folded his arms behind his back.

"The SDC is one of the last forces in the world that can truly make a change for the better, and Whitley can see that happen when I'm gone. I knew that would anger you but trying to kill your own brother?"

Jacques trailed off and Weiss was left with many questions. Even if she had never liked Whitley she would never kill him, and why was her father acting like he was? Things weren't adding up, she had to get out of here and try to find her friends to figure out what was going on.

Jacques let out another sigh, this one much shakier, "You and your sister will await trial. I blame myself as a father for this. I just hope that it isn't too late for the two of you."

With that he left the cell block without looking back. Seeing no way to escape Weiss plopped back down on the still uncomfortable bed. Stewing in her thoughts she couldn't imagine any reason why her father had talked like she was the evil child. She could remember a little more now, not much only that there was snow but maybe that could explain her memory loss. Everything must have been how her father doctored it and have a good explanation, but again she was stuck without a way to escape.

"Hey, kid over here," Speak of the devil she supposed, whoever it might be their whispering meant that they might just be her ticket out of here. Getting up again and looking through the bars Weiss stared at where the voice came from. Inside the cell was a man immaculately dressed and wearing a bowler hat. Roman Torchwick.

"What do you say Snowflake, want to bust this joint?"