It was not a happy day in Roman Torchwicks secret base.
Mostly for the White Fang.
Torchiwick was pissed, and understandably so. It seems like everywhere he stole, the Brat from the dust shop was there to stop him.
He was so sick of that girl!
And he didn't actually know who she was. That pissed him off even more. Red was what he called her. Her with her black dress with red trim and scythe.
Who even wore a dress while fighting?! (and how did he know it was red trim?).
An unlucky faunus with dog ears passed in front of Roman. "Hey, Fido!" Roman barked. (I love irony ^-^) The faunus jumped to attention at the demeaning name. "Find everything you can on the kids from the port. The Cat, Monkey, Robot, and, especially, Red. I want their family, friends, school, everything! Got it?"
"I-I don't know how…" The faunus stuttered.
Roman sighed. He was sick of dealing with the White Fang, too. "Then get me someone who can!"
Watching the Faunus run off, Roman gripped his walking cane tightly and narrowed his green eyes.
Oh, he would find Red.
And she would regret ever meeting him.