When one thinks of an island, he tends to think of white sand beaches and rolling waves. He thinks of hula girls, tropical flowers, and pina coladas at a tiki bar. Never has gray dreary forests, disturbed inhabitants, and horrifying stories, but none the less, Patch had delivered. Tragic tales of this island's horrors reached the other kingdoms quickly, bringing detectives to the woodland island. Two of the so named detectives weren't even detectives, they were huntresses. It wasn't exactly surprising, what huntress wasn't up for life threatening adventure? Surely not one who like her job. The professional way the two women carried themselves was enough to make the Patch Police Department accept their help immediately. Little did they know what they'd see in their week there. Little did they know of the horrors they'd see and the mangled mess they'd see of the civilians.

"Move it, I need to blow dry my hair!"

"You can let it air dry, we need to get to the department-OUCH! That's my foot!"

"Well move your foot then."

"Where'd you set my toothbrush?"

"I put it in the travel bag."

"Which one?"

"The one with the Schnee emblem on it."

"They ALL have the Schnee emblem on it."
"It's the one I put my dust fluoride in."

"No drr."

"I think we lost it in the airport."

"What?!"

"Come on, we're getting coffee anyways so who cares," a woman clad in white walked out of the bathroom door, her soaked white hair in a ponytail to the side. Every step she took, water dripped from her hair. She was applying a quick coat of powder onto her face using a handheld mirror. Shortly afterwards, a cat faunus exited the bathroom with a less calm demeanor. She shrugged and went over to the dresser mirror to fix a black ribbon around her ears, masking them from sight.

"Weiss, you mean to tell me that you own the Schnee Dust Company and you couldn't afford a better hotel room, much less separate rooms?" Blake complained.

"You have your own bed, why are you complaining?" Weiss shrugged.

"Because I can barely walk in this room, the bathroom's tiny, the bed's a glorified rock, and you over packed," Blake pointed out the condition of the tiny room. Sure there were two beds, both of which were rough to sleep on, but with the way the CEO packed, the already small room was crammed with luggage. Mostly containing things the women couldn't even use such as a frying pan and a playstation. What good would a frying pan do without a stove and a playstation without a TV? And that was just the stuff Blake found right away. There was no telling what else was in the many, many, MANY suitcases. Blake wouldn't be surprised to find a suit case designed like a Russian nesting doll, all leading up to a purse containing a single chocolate bar.

"Well I wanted to save money," Weiss crossed her arms.

"Save money, you are the second richest woman in the world!" Blake exclaimed.

"Well, minus Ruby and Yang, it's kinda like Beacon, right?" Weiss grinned sheepishly, trying to find a good thing about the room.

"Only if we stack the beds," Blake chuckled, grabbing a book from her carrying on bag.

"No, I think it's fine the way it is," Weiss said, grabbing her purse and rapier before heading out the door. "I pay for things today, Blake, just leave your wallet here."

"Ok, thanks," Blake replied, walking out of the crammed hotel room and headed to the stairs to walk down to the exit. Weiss twirled the keys to the rental car, which was a minivan. Why a minivan? There was only Blake and Weiss? Weiss sometimes irritated Blake with the spontaneous and other wise thoughtless decisions with everyday life. Weiss had really mellowed after her father died and she took over the company. Blake sighed to herself as she got into the van and buckled in. Weiss began to pull out of the parking space and drove off to a Nebulaluck's drive thru, then the pair headed to police station.

...

"As you can see, the students suffered similar injuries to the men we found in this same field a few months prior to this incident," the officer explained. Blake crept closer to the crimson stained cloths to further investigate.

"Were these girls linked to the men killed a few months ago?" Weiss asked.

"No, the men killed were personal assistants of a man named Junior and around the same time, Junior went missing as well as his assistants Miltiades and Melanie," the officer answered while Weiss wrote the details down on a fancy notepad. Blake slowly removed the cloth off of one victim to see a teenager approximately fifteen years old with long red hair, lifeless green eyes that reflected fear, and several freckles across her nose. She had several stab injuries in her trunk, bullet holes in her legs, and her uniform was ripped and falling off of her body. Blake stared at the eyes of the victim with mixed emotions.

"This girl was only a third year student," Blake examined the student ID in her blouse pocket. "Rachel Vence, fifteen years old."

"Blake, are they all third year students?" Weiss asked, walked over to the line up and checked the IDs alongside Blake.

"I wonder why somebody would go after a bunch of third year students," Blake thought aloud.

"I don't know, but whoever this killer may be, he's pretty peculiar. Their weapons are intact over there," Weiss pointed to the pile of weapons, all obviously handmade. Just then, a yellow motorcycle pulled up to the site. Weiss turned around to see Yang walking towards them with her scroll in hand.

"So what they said was true, some students got butchered?" Yang asked, walking up to Weiss and Blake.

"Yeah, apparently some creep's after third year students," Blake said.

"Hmm... That could be anyone, you're in Patch, ladies, everyone's a suspect," Yang put her hand on her hip. "Could be one of the teachers. I've had my fair share of difficulties with Professor Carson, he's kind of... odd. I know he keeps a collection of hair in a display case. The strand he got from me's mounted on the wall."
"What?" Weiss quirked an eyebrow.

"Like I said, he's pretty weird. You can check him out if need be. What are these girl's names, I can pull up their classes from my scroll," Yang questioned.

"Rachel Vence, Bria Caliente, Wendy Arm, Yumi Shinozaki, Rui Kagne, and Rei Kagne," Blake read off the IDs. Yang typed the students into her scroll and a list of records and classes pulled up.

"Well, they have Professor Carson in the morning, but they're last class is with Taiyang Xiao Long," Yang recited.

"Isn't that-"

"My dad, yep. Like I said, everyone's a suspect," Yang closed her scroll and set it in her back pocket.

"Thanks for the help, we're glad you decided to help figure out this case," Blake smiled. Yang chuckled before heading back to her bike.

"Not a problem. Just be careful, we wouldn't want you to mysteriously disappear, " Yang said.

"Are the locals that bad?" Weiss asked.

"Yep, everyone's trouble around her. Patch may seem like a small little town, but trust me, it's completely possible for somebody to get lost without a trace here. It happens all the time, that's why nobody comes to visit," Yang explained before taking off.

"That explains the crappy hotel quality," Blake commented.