It always felt a little overwhelming how fast events could unfold.

As if time itself was just an afterthought you were dragged through a multitude of developments without pause to take a breather or even the chance to think about it.

Like getting introduced into the secondary school and your first years there, you got pushed through events at such a rapid pace that you are left stunned when it all caught up to you.

Though it probably had more to do with the oncoming puberty than anything else.

The staggering flood of things which happened to me consisted out of a job offer and a place to stay, the former being one I was practically forced into.

Because of that, let us talk about the job offer first. Which was also directly linked to my question as to why I hadn't been brought to a hospital. Or a doctor. Or any professional medic guy.

You see, apparently in Remnant only people with an ID, ergo a provable citizenship in one of the four kingdoms got to be treated medically.

And that made sense from a certain point of view: Why waste resources on people who probably could not contribute, read pay back the cost for the treatment, to society or are no members of society to begin with?

It may seemed callous to people not from Remnant but it made sense, logically speaking: Resources were limited, no matter what first impression you got from the kingdoms. That was the price you had to pay for a welfare state in a world where you had only so much space for food production.

Or for anything, really.

Without this rule the resources would have needed to be stretched over more and more people, leading to less and less per person and would have consequently weakened the kingdom as a whole, making it susceptible to Grimm attacks. And that would have been bad.

(Un-)Fortunately I didn't have an ID or anything to identify me on my person -who did when they were in their indoor outfit?- and my biometric data was not in the system. The consequence of that: I couldn't be brought to a hospital or a doctor for treatment.

And so the old man, whose name was Flint Rock by the way, had to patch me up himself.

Besides the wound on the back of my head which he had to close with a medical adhesive -no idea where he got it or the knowledge how to use it- there wasn't much besides painkillers and time he needed to treat me.

I had been out for a week. Quite a shocker when I heard it the first time. What turned out to be a bigger shocker was the fact that I didn't even feel the laceration on the back of my head anymore. He really knew his way around first aid.

But Costs were costs and so he gave me the choice between working for him and going to jail. I was pretty sure the jail thing was a joke because who would do such a thing but I decided to work for him anyway.

I owed him and I hated owing someone anything and not paying them back. It was a pride thing.

And just like that I started to work for him in his shop which was located in the ground level of the same building the apartment was. It's name was 'Bean Here'. I couldn't help but groan when I first heard it.

But good news: It was a coffee shop. An honest-to-god coffee shop. It got even better: While he did sell tea and pastries, the latter going well with the hot beverages, the coffee was obviously the most important point.

The work clothes were practically the same he wore when we first 'met', consisting out of clean white shirt, a black waistcoat, black pants and a pair of black shoes. The only difference was the red tie I had to wear. Still, I quite liked this more traditional style.

I even got a work visa which wasn't that hard to get. Apparently, people from villages outside the kingdoms arriving everyday to start a life had become an everyday occurrence and an entire system had been established just to manage this 'small' onslaught.

The only things I needed to give were my name, the name of my hometown and my biometrical data such as a DNA sample and my height. Standard information, really. And since there was no way to actually verify the information I got through without much hassle.

Which was strange. You would think they would be a little more suspicious of a total stranger about whom there was no points of reference since, to be real here, my home town didn't really exist in this world. You couldn't know of something which wasn't there in the first place.

So I had a job and a steady income. Flint even gave me advance money to buy some clothes with. Which was nice since I only had my indoor outfit on me. The same outfit unavailable right now for it was in need of decontamination.

The last thing I had to clarify was the whole home situation.

Long story short when he heard of my situation Flint offered me the apartment in which I woke up until I found something better. Of course this didn't come for free and the rent was to be deducted from my monthly salary. This in turn would mean I needed to work for him for a longer period of time. Not that I had any problem with it whatsoever.

Free coffee and pastries during breaks. I didn't need to say more.

My job included but was not limited to playing waiter, preparing food and drink and keeping the shop clean and proper. They were things I already had experience with in my old world and didn't require a lot of adjusting on my part.

But let us come back to the here and now: Currently I was performing another duty from the list of things I needed to do:

Buying groceries.

I had already bought all I needed and was on the way back. There hadn't been any time to change out of the work clothes but I didn't mind. I was simply wearing a coat over it for it was cold at this time of the year, this time of the year being the fall.

So here I was, walking down the street and dreaming about the end of the month. I would get my first salary and it was going to be just enough to buy a scroll. I felt my mouth water at the thought. It was fairly accurate to call me a bit of a tech fan. I simply loved those things.

All in all I had been hit by a series of lucky events I probably wouldn't have survived the first week without.

And that made me fear for my life.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that my life was one haunted by misfortune. Me being here was indicator enough.

And not the good and funny kind like it was shown in some anime or TV shows. No, it was the kind which made you bite off your fingers if you hadn't been exposed to it for your entire life and were acclimatized to it.

A lucky event was followed by a greater misfortune of some shape or form. It was the reason why I dreaded those. And now I had been 'blessed' with a whole series of them. This couldn't bode well for me. At all.

By now you were most likely calling me 'paranoid' or a 'scaredy cat'. Saying that this wasn't even possible and all these things everyone said to someone like me.

Well, you could suck it because my prediction turned out to be right.

As I was walking down the street I stumbled over a scene which could have come straight out of some fictional story. A group of five young men had surrounded a lone girl sitting on a bench and were trying their hardest to pick her up. They were failing miserably.

Even I, someone with no social skills to speak of, knew that this girl was not interested in them in the slightest. She didn't even look at them.

Speaking of the girl, she looked somewhat familiar. But oh well.

My fear of any incoming misfortune was enough reason for me to leave it as it was and hope for the best. There were enough heroes in this world. Someone else would surely help.

Only when I came closer and paid attention to the girl's appearance I realized what exactly was happening. Or more like what was about to happen if left unchecked.

Red and black Asian themed clothes, black and long hair and blood red eyes. An annoyed expression marred her face and she was definitely not amused.

This girl was someone I had seen in the RWBY series. She was an adult back then, yes, but it was still clear who that someone was. Someone who Qrow Branwen himself, a badass and huntsman extraordinaire, called 'dangerous'.

This girl, lads and gens, was THE Raven Branwen.

I was by no means a humanist. For that I would need to have an interest in people as a whole and not only for a select few and, more importantly, for myself. A calm and uneventful life was more important to me than most things, tragedies included.

But even I couldn't overlook something like that. The five men didn't even knew what kind of foolery they were committing; What danger they were in because they were trying to pick up THE Raven Branwen who was getting annoyed to the breaking point.

Seriously, could they not see the weapon beside her, leaning against the bench?

The scene could only be described as 'Fives homicides in the making'.

Even I wasn't so cruel as to leave them to their approaching doom. So despite the fact that the rational part of my mind screamed at me to stop I decided to save those poor souls.

At this point in time I wasn't aware of the repercussions this action would have.