Chapter 11: Ascent

"Expelled?!"

Ruby and Yang stared at a rather apprehensive Farran, as the trio stood together in the alleyway they used to go to the Metaverse. Blake and Weiss had volunteered to keep watch over Velvet for most of the day, so once they left, the three gathered up their weapons and made their way there. Farran, who hadn't told any of his teammates about the altercation with Richards the day before, chose to share what happened with Ruby and Yang before they were transported to the other world. The results, as he figured they would be, were far less than pleasant.

"Will you two keep your voices down? I think some people in Mistral didn't hear you!" He growled, "Yea, Richards is planning on expelling me. It's not like it changes anything!"

"What do you mean it doesn't change anything?" Yang hissed, "Of course it does! Farran, you're going to get expelled!"

"Not if we stop Richards first! Look, the deadline for Velvet, and the deadline for me are the same day, right? So it changes nothing! All we gotta do is stick with what we had originally planned, and everything will be alright."

Ruby looked at him, unconvinced, "That's all great and all, but we still don't know how we're going to take out Richards's Shadow! I mean, I know you said the cameras, but…"

"Oh, that? Already working on it." Farran folded his arms with a cocky grin, "One of Velvet's teammates is great with computers. I didn't tell him anything about all this, but he's working on a virus for the computer that runs all the cameras. All we gotta do is break in whenever it's ready, and we're good to go! But that's still a little bit off for now, let's focus on today. You guys ready?"

Ruby pouted, "I wish you were taking this a bit more seriously, but yea. We're ready."

Believe me, Ruby… I'm taking this very seriously… Farran took a peek around the corners of the alley, making sure the coast was clear, and the three lined up along the back wall. He flipped open his scroll, opening the app, and pressing the button to transport them to the Metaverse. The blinding light swallowed them, as the winds whipped past, and their world fell away from them, leaving them to the void of light.


The first thing that Farran noticed when the light faded away was the sky around the factory. The last time they had gone through the Metaverse, a thick cloud of smog filled the air, surrounding the tower and blocking out the sky, as well as the true palace at the tower's precipice. The blood red sky that had been previously obscured by smog now hung above them in full view, the golden mansion atop the tower shone like some bastardized moon. Evidently, the damage that Yang had done to the factory during their last foray here had shut it down, and the smokestacks that sent the haze heavenwards along with it. He could see a dot of blue exit the front door of the factory and run down the path towards them, the form of Viola slowly growing as she got closer.

"Welcome back." She waved at the new arrivals as she approached, "I apologize for not being here to greet you as you arrived, but I was taking a look around inside to make sure we were clear to enter."

"It's ok." Yang returned her wave, "How were things inside?"

"Well, obviously the factory has been shut down." She gestured to the Palace behind her, "Not only did a certain someone make the assembly line inoperable, but the Palace ruler has called all the guard Shadows back to the top of the tower. As for the rest of the main floor, they've blockaded all the hallways to the factory. The only accessible part is the lobby, and the elevator within. But…" She folded her hands behind her back, a bit of smugness in her smile, "There's a little something on the inside that I think will make you pretty happy."

Viola spun on her heels, and returned down the way she came, right back towards the factory. Farran, Ruby, and Yang stared after her, confused, and yet quickly followed her lead nonetheless. She paused next to the door, motioning for them to line up next to her and holding the door slightly ajar. Farran took a peek inside to see the usual lobby in a much worse state of disarray than it had been before. Chairs ripped from their supports and upheaved, lights hanging shattered from the ceiling, and the phone that had been constantly ringing had somehow wound up embedded into the concrete wall. In the middle of all the chaos sat a beautiful diamond the size of a pineapple, shining with an eerie light that changed colors every few seconds, and bound to it was what looked to be a Shadow, ghost-like in appearance, with sunken, beady eyes. Viola pushed them back out of the doorframe and silently closed it.

"Ok… What the hell was that thing?" Yang asked, wide-eyed, "I don't think I've ever seen a diamond that big. It looks like it would be worth a fortune!"

"That is what we call Treasure demons." Farran could see a twinkle in Viola's eyes as she spoke, "A very important, and very skittish kind of Shadow. They come out in Palaces that are on high alert, and populate the areas that have been abandoned. They won't attack you, and will actually try to run if you attack it. If you were to defeat it, it will leave behind far more Lien than any normal Shadow. And if you were to capture it, Farran, it possesses very powerful skills that will be instrumental to us."

Farran furrowed his brow, "But if all it has all those skills, why does it try to run? You'd think it would fight back."

"That's very simple? While it has those skills, it can't use them. However, that isn't why it's so important. You see, that particular Shadow is called Allnatt, and it belongs to the Chariot arcana. I believe that is the one that represents Yang. Now, while it can't use those skills on its own, should you fuse it with another Persona, you will receive a stronger Persona of the Chariot arcana that can use them. See what I mean?"

"So, if I take it as my Persona, I could fuse it with, say, the Headless Horseman, and get something stronger and not as creepy."

Viola beamed, "Precisely what I was thinking. You see, Chariot Personas have a penchant for devastating physical skills, and the Headless Horseman is your strongest Persona in terms of physical attack strength. That fusion would be perfect for you, in my opinion."

"Ok, so what exactly do we need to do?"

"Well, I can tell you that it's weak to fire. That being the case, You should use Salamander, and between you and Yang, you should be able to knock it down. After that, just grab it and we'll be good to go. Any questions?"

They collectively shook their heads, and as soon as Farran threw the door open, sprinted inside. The ensuing battle wasn't particularly long, as Viola had been right about the Shadow preferring to run rather than fight. Even so, it took a few tries for the group to corner it, as it was far faster than they anticipated, dodging the fire spells sent by Pele and Salamander. Just when it seemed it would slip from their grasp, a lucky shot from Pele clipped it, dropping it to the ground. Farran didn't even need to bargain with the Shadow, instead he just tossed the chain that appeared around his wrist to it, and instantly, the Shadow became bound to him. After a bit of discussion, they decided that Farran should go take care of the fusion right then. He felt apprehensive leaving Yang and Ruby in the lobby alone, yet Viola explained that the Shadows shouldn't be coming down to the ground floor any time soon. With that in mind, Farran took the blue card from his pocket, tore it, and threw it into the corner of the room to summon the Velvet Room door. With a promise to keep it a short trip, he walked through the door as the bright, blue light consumed him.


"Ahh, welcome to the Velvet Room, my dear guest." Igor greeted as the bright light faded around Farran, "It has been some time since our last meeting. Tell me, have you noticed yet? How the hands of fate are already setting the pieces in place? The moment that has been foretold is fast approaching, after all. Hmhmhm."

"Yea, I noticed. Kind of hard not to when one of the most important politicians in the Kingdom is assassinated to make way for it." He took his usual seat in the wrought iron chair, watching as Viola made her way behind the podium, to the area where the execution equipment was kept, "That's why I'm here today. We need to clear a path to the center of the Palace, right?"

"That is correct. When you render the Palace ruler's Shadow vulnerable to you, it will take refuge there. And seeing that you have quite the journey ahead of you, allow me to assist you the best I can." Igor snapped his fingers, causing the light in the room to grow, once again allowing Farran to see behind the podium. Two of the guillotines started to slide forward, each taking their spot on either side of the podium, with Viola riding on the side of the rightmost one, "Now then, Viola. I trust these are prepared to allow our dear guest to fuse his Personas?"

"Yes, Master." She bowed to Igor, "Theodore and Nameless had set them up previously, and I have confirmed that they are ready for use."

"Excellent. Very well, my dear guest. Look deep into the recesses of your mind, and call forth the two Personas which you wish to fuse. When you are ready, we will begin."

Farran did as he was told, closing his eyes and thinking hard about Allnatt and the Headless Horseman. He could feel a chill running down his spine, even just picturing the Horseman in his mind's eye. He strained himself, focusing hard on the images of the two, until suddenly, he felt as if they both had left him. In a panic, his eyes flew open to make sure everything was ok, only to find himself face to face with the two Personas he was to fuse. The sight of the Headless Horseman caused Farran's mind to erupt with a fiery pain, and he could once again hear the slow tones of the piano he had heard the day he took the Horseman as a Persona. Small images started to flash before his eyes, most of them complete blurs, but they caused him to picture a small, dark room, and a beautiful grand piano. Just as soon as the pain and music had started, it all stopped when Viola threw blue velvet sheets over both Allnatt and the Horseman, tying them into bundles. Covered in the sheet, the Horseman even lost its usual form, looking more like a cartoon ghost than anything else. She dragged the two into position, resting what looked to be their heads beneath the blades of the guillotines. When she gave the all clear, Farran looked up to Igor and nodded. Igor snapped his fingers, causing the blades to drop. They screamed down their tracks, freefalling towards the Personas below.


"He's just standing there!" Yang groaned in frustration, "I seriously don't get this, how does he go to that room, if all he does is just zone out and stand there?"

From her and Ruby's perspective, when Farran had entered the Velvet Room, he had just walked towards the spot where he threw the card, then froze and started staring off into space. Yang had tried everything she could think of to try to get him lucid, trying to get an explanation out of him, but he didn't even blink. With no other option, the two sisters decided to wait in the lobby's chairs until Farran and Viola "came back".

"I dunno, it was the same way the last time, wasn't it?" Ruby brought a finger to her chin as she thought back, "The day we took Viola shopping. All Farran did was stand still in the bathroom, then all of a sudden, Viola was with him."

"Yea, I know that. But it doesn't make it any less weird. Almost like he's going into his own head."

"Yang. This whole world is pretty much inside Richards's heart, and we got here with an app on our scrolls. We're fighting against the physical form of repressed human emotions, with the physical representation of the emotions we share with other people, which we just so happen to summon by breaking chains that appear on our wrists. How exactly is what Farran is doing any more or less weird than any of this?"

"Alright, alright, I get your point. I guess we can't really apply the Beacon Scale of Weirdness to this place, huh?" She rested her chin on her palm, "Just remind me to bring a marker or something next time, so I can draw on his face while he's all spaced out."

"Yang, don't be mean."

With a soft crack, Viola reappeared next to Farran, who also started moving again in the same instant. He moved back to join them with Viola following close behind, "You guys ready to go?"

"Yeah." Ruby leapt to her feet, swarming around him, "So, did you get your new Persona? What's it like? You gotta show us!"

"Eh, maybe I will once we get into a tough fight." Farran gave her a cocky grin, "I think I'll keep it a surprise until then."

"Yeah whatever, Hero." Yang clapped him on the back as she headed towards the elevator, "All I know is it better be a good one. After all, it is supposed to represent me, isn't it?"

The group approached the elevator as Viola brandished the keycard, their hard won prize from their fight against Salamander in their last visit. After a brief moment of waiting, the doors slid open to the empty elevator, allowing them safe passage on. Farran was surprised at just how long their ride to the top took, granted he realized that the last time he had been on this elevator, he had been unconscious. Viola borrowed Farran's scroll, bringing up the app to check on the movements of the guard Shadows on the floors above them, only to find a contingent of Shadows heading for the elevator's landing. Yang, Ruby, and Farran lined up by the door, knowing that they would need to be ready for a fight from the outset.

The elevator opened to the landing, revealing a surprised group of Shadows, which took the appearance of small, red demons with sharp, phallic metal pieces tied to their waists. Viola identified them as Incubi, much to Yang's amusement and Ruby's confusion. Farran spent much of the fight keeping watch over Yang out of the corner of his eye. He knew that none of his teammates needed to babysit them in combat, Yang especially, however he knew she had only ever had two fights using her Persona, and he didn't count the one against Allnatt as a real fight. His worries proved to be founded as, even though she was far from outmatched, she struggled trying to use her Persona in conjunction with Ember Celica. Thankfully, it seemed the Incubi were weak to gun based damage, allowing them to take out the Shadows relatively easily and move on.

Their path clear, Viola navigated the group through the labyrinth, taking them through the areas with the least amount of traffic, which just so happened to take them back past the cells where Farran and Ruby had been confined. Farran couldn't help but smile as they passed through the room, still in a state of great disrepair after his fight with Shadow Cardin, the door to their cell still hanging open. It wasn't long after that they came to the end of the corridor they were following, steel double doors leading to a stairwell in front of them. It would turn out that they had three more floors ahead of them before they even reached the palace, each more populated with Shadows than the last.

Viola did her best to steer them away from any Shadows as they ascended, but there was only so much that they could do, and every so often, they were forced into a fight. For as inexperienced as she was using Pele to fight against the Incubi, she improved by leaps and bounds with each fight they encountered. It spoke wonders about her combat prowess that someone who had fought using one style exclusively for most of her life could so easily adapt, and soon she was able to effortlessly combine her own strikes with also summoning her Persona and using it as an extension of her body. It got to the point that, despite her instincts clearly telling her to use her fists, by the time they reached the top of the disk, she was relying on Ember Celica more as a side arm than as her main form of attack. After one last wave of Shadows, the group came to a final case of stairs.


At Beacon Academy:

Weiss had spent the past half hour nearly pacing a hole in the floor of Team RWBY's dorm room. Every few turns, she would look over to Blake, the only other current occupant of the room who once again had her face buried in a book, and sighed. After Ren and Nora had taken over watching over Velvet, the duo had returned to the dorm room, only to find it empty. Weiss's lips were curled into a sharp frown, not out of anger as per usual, but out of worry. After repeating this pattern for quite some time, she finally stopped and rounded on Blake, putting her hands on her hips.

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" She scolded.

Blake simply flipped to the next page of her book, "As to why you've been pacing around for the last Dust knows how long? Not particularly, no."

"Not that!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, "In case you haven't realized, three of our teammates just up and disappeared after we said we were going to look out for Velvet. Which, might I add, is suspicious in its own right, because there is no way Richards would have held a conversation like that anywhere near where other people could hear him."

"I think you're giving him too much credit. Didn't you say those two girls were trying to mess with Velvet's locked again today?"

Weiss just sighed. It was entirely true that she had seen the two second years in question tampering with Velvet's locker when she had gone into the locker room with the intent of keeping an eye on it while Velvet was working out. What they were planning on doing with Velvet's undergarments was beyond her, but she was thankful that they stopped once she approached them, calling them out for breaking into the locker of a "friend" of hers. They certainly looked confused as to why a Schnee was friends with a Faunus, but they certainly didn't look ready to question it. The perks of her family name, she figured.

"Even so, you can hardly call their behavior of late normal." Weiss huffed, "The three of them have been disappearing to who knows where for extended periods of time, and they always seem to be together!"

"I hate to break it to you, Weiss. That's just what normal teammates do. Look at JNPR. Ren and Nora are practically tied at the hip, Jaune and Ren hang out all the time, and the same with Nora and Pyrrha. Hell, Pyrrha would probably hang out with Jaune more if-"

"If the buffoon could get a clue. Yes, I know." Weiss dropped into a nearby chair.

"But you see what I'm getting at, right? Ruby and Yang are Nora levels of outgoing, and Farran just tends to let himself be swept up with whatever throws itself at him. It's just that we're kinda antisocial, and even then, you've hung out with them plenty of times. Nothing weird about what they're doing, you know?"

"You say that, but…" She stared out the dorm room window, "I just get the feeling something strange is going on, and I intend to find out what…"


They followed the stairs up to a pair of metal storm cellar doors, which when pushed open, allowed them out onto the peak of the metal disk. Wind whipped about them as they exited, the thin, evening air chilling them as they took in the golden manor before them. The moon soared ever higher above them, its pale light causing the gold of the four story building's exterior to shimmer. After a few seconds, Farran noticed a thin shockwave spread from high above the manor, curling through the air, and down into the sides of the platform.

"Hey guys, what's up with that?" He pointed to it as the phenomenon happened again and again, "You guys seeing what I'm seeing?"

Viola nodded, "The Palace ruler knows you can fly, Farran. I would imagine his cognition implemented some sort of barrier around the top of this tower, as he believes it impenetrable to anyone but his own men. I had a feeling something like that might happen. Whether your Semblance was listed in the same report that detailed your injuries, or word got back to him about it since you very well couldn't go without it during your normal school life. It was bound to get back to him with how connected he is."

"Well that blows…" Yang folded her arms, "While I wasn't exactly excited about Hero here carting us all up here when we finally come take this bastard down, but that sure as hell beats having to hoof it all the way through where we just came! Especially cause he'll probably gonna have the place swamped with Shadows once he knows we're a threat. Is there seriously no other way up here?"

"I… really can't say for sure, but I would have to imagine that's the case." Viola closed her eyes, lost in thought, "On the one hand, he believes this place to be impossible to reach. On the other, if an enemy were to reach it, like we have, not having a quick escape would essentially seal this place off as his tomb. I suppose it's worth investigating while we're here…"

"Speaking of…" Ruby took a look around them, "How exactly are we going to get inside? I don't think just walking in the front door is a safe idea."

Viola fiddled with Farran's scroll for a second, "No, you would be right. It looks like there are regular patrols that make their way through the main foyer. Strong ones too, in both size and number. In fact, it seems like the 'ground' floor of the manor is the most heavily guarded. Not a bad idea, given that there doesn't seem to be any other way in…"

"And I don't suppose just flying up to one of the windows and letting ourselves in is an option?" Farran looked over her shoulder, down at the holo-screen that displayed the manor's layout.

"No… Each window has a sensor attached to it. If one gets broken or is opened from the outside, it'll sound an alarm."

Yang glanced up at the golden building in front of them, "So, we're going to have to just suck it up and go in the front?"

"I don't think so. There should be something…" She squinted as her vision started to zero in on a spot on the blueprints, "There? Well, that's unfortunate."

"Why, what's up?" Farran stared to the point she was inspecting as the other two crowded around the scroll. There was a small opening at the back of the building that led up to the second floor. Farran groaned as he realized her meaning, "We have to go through another air vent?"

Ruby pushed her skirt tightly against her legs, her face starting to turn pink, "Do we have to? I don't to have to do that all again!"

"What do you guys mean, 'again'?" Farran felt Yang grip his shoulder dangerously tight, the fire in her eyes belying her calm smile.

"First off, we didn't have a choice! If we didn't go through the last one, the four of us wouldn't be standing here right now." Viola folded up the scroll, "Second, it's the only secure way for us to get in and out. There's no way we could survive going through the front. I'm no more excited about it than any of you, but we really don't have much of a choice…"

Reluctantly, the group made their way around the back of the manor to where the grate that would grant them access inside was located. Farran and Yang popped the grate off, and one by one they crawled inside, Viola first, then Ruby, then Yang, and Farran last. The crawl through the vent was quiet, awkward, and seemed to last forever from Farran's perspective. The longer they went, he could feel the temperature and humidity of the air skyrocket. Beads of sweat started to pool and run down his skin, his only defense from the heat. After a few minutes, the line ahead of him froze, as he heard Viola working to take another metal grate off. Seconds later, he could hear the sound of it falling, followed shortly by Viola dropping through the newly made hole. Happy to finally be rid of the air vent, the three Persona users followed her lead.

They found themselves in a cramped, dark room, surrounded by cedar shelves filled with a variety of drawers. Heavy humidity continued to hang in the air in this room, as well as an unfamiliar, odorous musk.

"I should have known…" Yang muttered as she fiddled through one of the drawers, "This asshole has no idea what he's doing. It's way too hot and humid in here. He's lucky this place isn't neck deep in beetles."

Ruby looked up at her sister in confusion, "What are you talking about, Yang? Beetles?"

She reached into the drawer and pulled out a long, thick cigar, "Yea. Basically, this room is a humidor. The whole point of them is to keep your cigars, or more specifically whatever kind of tobacco you use, nice and humid so it ages well. Except this Dust damned moron has got the temperature and humidity of this place way too high. There's this one kind of beetle that will lay eggs in tobacco, and in this kind of setting, they thrive. A shame too, cause these seem like really high quality."

Ruby stared at her, until a look of clarity crossed her face, "Oh, that's right. I forgot you used to work at Mr. Henderson's shop when you were on break from Signal."

"Bingo. That old cuss always was particular about his booze and tobacco. But I guess that's how I got the job in the first place, considering he was such good friends with Qrow after all their 'bonding'. Can't say he didn't teach me a hell of a lot though!"

"Didn't take you for the type to work at a tobacco shop, Yang." Farran mused.

"Eh, less a tobacco shop and more a general goods store. Besides, when you're a teenager on a backwater place like Patch, you take whatever work you can get, cause not too many places are hiring. Not to mention Henderson was a Huntsman back in his day. Had to retire cause of a bad hip."

The group pressed on, leaving the humidor room behind them, though not before Yang could pocket a few of the cigars she deemed "salvageable", as well as an ornate cigar box she found on one of the shelves, simply stating that she planned on mailing them home for her uncle to give to Henderson. Farran had half expected the interior of the manor to match the golden exterior, but found it far more reserved, even if it was far from homely. Intricate tile flooring lined rooms and halls they passed through, most covered by silk rugs. Every so often, they would have to duck around a corner, or behind a cabinet to avoid patrolling Shadows, but they made their way through without much difficulty. After a while, they came through a door into the second floor of the foyer, a marble grand staircase running down between the two floors. Viola beckoned the group to hide, as she saw a patrol of Shadows making their way through the foyer. From his hiding place by a bookshelf, Farran could hear the Shadows talking amongst themselves as the entered.

A guard Shadow wearing a golden suit stopped and held up his hand in the middle of the room, getting the Shadows that were following it to stop. It waved towards an area Farran couldn't see, prompting a Shadow that had once been hidden to approach it, "Has there been any sign of the enemy? Boss Richards is anxious to hear any and all reports that we have to offer on their movements."

The second Shadow, this one in a blue suit, saluted, "No, sir! Everything has been quiet, both at the base of the tower, as well as in the city. No sign of the intruders, or the turncoats at least."

The golden Shadow shook its head, "Unbelievable. To think that our own brothers would turn tail on us when we have done nothing wrong."

"If I may speak plainly, sir. The traitors can hardly be called our brothers. They come from Atlas, sent by the higher ups there. Thankless, ungrateful bastards. It is Boss Richards that has paved the way out of mediocrity for us, and taking the Crown Jewel that is Beacon was all his doing."

"That may be…" The golden Shadow nodded sagely, "Very well. Should you receive word on any movements, let me know immediately. Boss Richards must be notified as soon as we are able, should there be any kind of attack."

The Shadows saluted, and disappeared through a pair of doors on the side of the room. Once the coast was clear, Farran regrouped with the others, "Well, that was some interesting information. A bit of dissension among the Shadows?"

"That's what it sounds like." Ruby stared at the spot on the ground floor where the Shadows had been standing, "Wonder what it all means…"

"Sounds like that asshole managed to piss off some of his higher ups back in Atlas." Yang grinned, "Guess we aren't the only ones sick of his shit."

Viola shook her head, solemnly, "Even so, it appears they will not make a move while the Palace ruler still has a stranglehold over your school. It must be far too valuable to them to deal with such a nuisance. Although… that does give me an idea."

"Hm? What's up, V?"

"Well, it's just about the Palace ruler's cognition. The Shadows that represent the members of the Atlesian mafia that are after him won't attack here because he believes they won't. However, there's still this paranoid part of him that thinks they might. But if he's paranoid, that means that while he doesn't believe we can get up here, he believes they can, which is why he has all the security."

Farran paused, trying to figure out her meaning, "So if he thinks they can get up here to kill him… That must mean he has some way of getting out in a hurry on the off chance they do, right?"

Viola snapped her fingers, "Exactly. And that will be our quick way in and out when we take on his Shadow. All we need to do is find it. If I had to guess, it'll probably be on the floor above us, while the Palace ruler's chambers are on the top floor."

"Well, time's a wastin'! Let's get looking, shall we?" Yang cracked her knuckles.

They found passage to the next floor shortly there after in the form of a spiral, stone staircase. Navigating through this floor proved much simpler than the rest of their trek thus far, as almost all of the Shadow guards had been sent to patrol the inside of the platform, or the lowest two floors of the manor. From the map on Farran's scroll, Viola figured there were only about five Shadows residing on this floor, four of which took simple, easy to predict patrols. The fifth, however, seemed to move rather erratically. It would follow one of the Shadows, only to freeze or dart around a corner every so often, and then continue following it shortly after. The group avoided the patrols as they made their way across the floor, until they came across a locked door in a large dining hall, not too far away from the staircase they would need to take to reach the final floor.

"Think this might be our escape route?" Yang stared at the door handle, "There hasn't exactly been any other locked doors in this whole building."

"I think that's a safe bet. Whatever it is, this room must be something important." Viola hummed.

Farran kept an eye out for the patrolling Shadows, "Any ideas on how to get in?"

Yang clenched her fist, "I could smash it in, but that would just call all the Shadows in the damn building right to us…"

"Don't worry, guys. I got this one." Ruby said with a smile. She fished through the pouch on her belt, pulling out a hair pin. After bending the pin for a second, she knelt down, and delicately started moving it into the lock.

"You can't be serious, Rubes…" Yang stared at her sister, incredulous, "Where did you learn how to pick locks?"

"Uncle Qrow." She stated nonchalantly, "Remember that April Fool's Day years ago, when Dad and Uncle Qrow saran wrapped you to your bed?"

"…Yea?"

"Well, apparently you decided to lock your bedroom door that day, so nobody could prank you until you woke up. I found Uncle Qrow picking the lock to your door, and he taught me how. You'd be surprised how easy it is. Then again, maybe I'm just used to using tiny tools from working on Crescent Rose for so long."

Farran shook his head, letting out a slow breath, "Remind me never to mess with your family, Yang. You guys are something else…"

She raised an eyebrow, "You're just figuring this out now? Still gonna have to have a long talk to my dear, sweet Uncle on acceptable topics to be teaching my baby sister."

The lock clicked, and Ruby turned the handle, pushing the door open. She stuck her tongue out at Yang as the group made their way inside. The room beyond the door seemed to be a study, with books and maps of all sorts strewn all over the place. A computer terminal sat in the corner of the room, softly humming away. The center of the floor was covered with a glowing, white sigil, that seemed to slowly turn and shift without any rhyme or reason.

"Hey, doesn't that look kinda like Weiss's glyphs?" Yang motioned towards it, "I wonder what it does."

"That, Yang, would be our way out." Viola beamed, "I believe that it stepping onto it will transport us out of here. Not sure where it leads, but I would have to imagine it's away from here. Best part is, it should go both ways!"

"Oh, really? If that's the best part, should I assume you like things that go both ways?" Yang waggled her eyebrows, drawing a deep blush from the now exasperated Viola.

"Alright!" Ruby pumped her fist, cutting Yang off and saving Viola from any more embarrassment, "Farran, you and Yang use that sigil, and see where it leads. Viola, you and I are going to look around here, see what kind of information we can find. Sound good?"

Everyone nodded to her question. As Viola and Ruby started speeding around the room, Farran and Yang took a few steps forward to the center of the sigil. With a brief flash of light, he felt the floor fall out from under them, and he and Yang began to fall. It was an odd feeling, as he was still able to see as the two of them descended through all the floors they had just passed through, almost as if the two of them had become ghosts. Just as they were reaching the ground floor of the factory, their momentum slowed, and by the time they reached their destination, Farran barely felt the impact. They found themselves in a small, steel room, in which the only light came from a similar sigil to the one they had just used. A door stood in front of them, sealed air tight, with an advanced locking mechanism that looked like it would hold against all but the strongest of equipment. It took both Farran and Yang to pull the lever to release the mechanism, but once they did, the door swung open, revealing the courtyard outside, and thus, their exit.

"So, this is pretty much perfect, right?" Yang clapped Farran on the back, "All we gotta do is come in through here, and we don't have to worry about any Shadows. Just walk right in, take down that asshole, and leave!"

""Yea, just don't forget to leave it unlocked," Farran pointed at the door, "I don't care how strong you are, you aren't pulling that thing open if it's locked."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Hero. Come on, let's get back topside. I'm starting to get curious if they found anything good."

They stepped back on the sigil, and instantly found themselves flying back to the top. Despite having actually flown many times with his own wings, the lack of control over his movement and momentum made the trip a nauseating one for Farran. When they finally landed, Ruby and Viola were crowded around a table in the corner, a variety of documents spread out on top of it.

"So, we find anything good?" Farran called to them as he approached.

"Yea, plenty." Viola said absentmindedly as she read through the papers, "From what we can tell, the Palace ruler has been keeping a lot of the profits from the Diamond Dust trade to himself. His superiors in Atlas apparently know all about it, and have threatened him on multiple occasions. Their threats have ranged from ousting him from their gang to outright torturing and killing him. Yet, despite all this, not only does he continue to do it, he boldly boasts back to them about how they would never try it."

"It's like this part right here," Ruby scanned one of the papers she held as she read aloud, "'You're gonna kill me? Go ahead, do it. Send your best men, a-holes. Just remember that the second I'm gone, you lose Beacon, and all the Huntsmen that go along with it, forever. I have Ozpin by the balls, and I'm the only reason we've been raking in so much Lien. You don't even want to know what will happen if I see your men on campus.' He just gets angrier and angrier from there. Dust, this jerk has a filthy mouth… hand… whatever. Oh!" She fished out a picture that was buried amongst the papers, "It looks like he managed to get a few shots of some of the guys that were sent after him. Wow, they really all dress up like old time gangsters, don't they…"

"So, can't we just take these papers home with us and bust him?" There was audible excitement in Yang's voice, "If we hand them over to the police, they'll come and arrest him, and then we wont even have to take on his Shadow. And we'll take out the Atlesian Mafia along with him!"

"I'm sorry, but that isn't the best idea. To start, you would be questioned on how exactly you got these documents, and that would cast suspicion on all of you. Plus, if backed into a corner, the Palace ruler would probably unveil the secret he's been holding over your headmaster's head, just to take everyone else down with him. He certainly seems like the type…" Viola frowned, "At least, once we change his heart, he will most likely confess to everything anyways, so in a way, you will be crippling, if not outright destroying, their group."

"Still," Farran took the picture from Ruby. Two men dressed in attire one would expect in an old mafia film looked as if they had just walked off the boat into Vale, "I think we should at least take this with us. Who knows, it might help us out later."

Farran pocketed the photo, and went to pour over the documents with the others, but they were all stopped when the sound of a gunshot rang out in the air. Farran felt a searing hot pain in his shoulder, as his body was shoved forward, slamming face down onto the table before slumping to the ground. Gripping his shoulder, he spun around to the sight of three human-like Shadows standing in the doorway, each garbed in elegant clothes, steel breastplates, and feathered caps. The left-most Shadow was in all gold, the right-most in blue, and center in green, but each had a silver fleur-de-lis emblazoned on their chest, a rapier sheathed at their waist, and most importantly, large caliber muskets trained on the group.

Another salvo rang out from the Shadows as Yang pulled Viola out of the way. Ruby dodge rolled a short distance across the ground, summoning Lupa as she came upright. A maelstrom of wind exploded in front of the Shadows, knocking two of the three back into the hall. Before the third could recover, Pele charged it, slamming her fist into its chin and sending it from the room with the rest. Viola helped Farran to his feet, and the group sped out into the hall to deal with this new threat before they could summon any reinforcements. The Shadows had just stumbled back to their feet as the Persona users got into position.

"Alright, V." Yang called out, "What are we looking at here?"

A soft light spread through the room before she answered, "Musketeers, Shadows from the Justice Arcana. All three have really strong Gun based skills, as well as some strong magic based on their color. Yellow is lightning, blue is ice, green is wind."

Ruby contemplated the information for a moment, the started giving orders, "Alright, we'll break them down by weaknesses. Farran, you take down the green one. Yang, you got blue. Everyone ready?"

Farran and Yang nodded as Yang cracked her knuckles. With a smug grin, she beckoned the blue Shadow to attack. Blasts of ice erupted all around her, as the Shadow hammered at the trigger of its musket, but Yang was far too quick. She bobbed and weaved around her opponent before it could draw a bead on her, each shot of ice magic landing just off the mark. Slowly, she inched her way towards the Shadow, her footwork keeping her safe from its attacks, and letting loose a few blasts from Ember Celica when the opportunity presented itself. Finally, she reached her goal, making her way within arm's reach of the Musketeer, as she began to pepper it with strikes. Ember Celica's shotgun blasts rang out as she forced the Shadow back on its heels, knocking it several feet backwards. Just before she could get into a position to definitively finish off the Shadow, it retaliated by raising its rifle at her and blasted her dead in the chest with a burst of frost. She reeled, taking a few steps back with her entire upper torso encased in a block of ice. The Shadow followed up on the defenseless Yang, slamming the but of its rifle into her chin, pausing for a moment, then struck her again, knocking her to the ground. The Shadow's smug sneer as it took aim at her was only matched by Yang's own as her hair started to glow. The ice started to shatter around her as her body heated up, allowing her to break free and move her arms, summoning Pele again. Pele sped up to the Shadow before it could retort, delivering a devastating hook into its stomach with her flaming fists. Not letting up for a second, she rocketed her fists up into its chin, sending it high into the air. Satisfied, Yang snapped her fingers as Pele raised her hands above her head, a small star of a fireball forming above her. Once it was sufficiently sized, Pele lobbed it at the Shadow, the flames engulfing it once and for all.

A short ways away, Farran stood locked in combat with the green Musketeer. He had originally started off with Kijimuna, using its resistance to wind as a shield as he let loose a number of shots of lightning dust from Silverbreak. This worked quite well for a while, wearing the Shadow down quite a bit, but when it became obvious that it couldn't win the duel from range, it switched to a different tactic. The Shadow holstered its musket and unsheathed its rapier, charging not for Farran, but at Kijimuna, slicing at the small Persona. Farran felt all of the impact of the slash, his chest erupting in a line of searing pain as he saw Kijimuna disappear in a burst of light. The Shadow lunged at Farran, looking to plunge its blade into him, but was stopped as he called forth Lady Luck. Sparks flew as the Shadow's blade collided with hers, the sharp sound if steel grinding together ringing out as they clashed. Farran forced himself back to his feet, and switched Silverbreak back into its blade form, rushing at the Shadow. What resulted was a two on one assault, with Silverbreak and Lady Luck's electrically charged blade clashing against the Shadows. Even so, the Musketeer proved to be dexterous and deadly with the blade in its own right, keeping both Persona and user at bay, and even scoring quite a few hits of its own. Still, the numbers game proved to be in Farran's favor, as Lady Luck managed to score a lucky hit on the Shadow, electricity coursing from her blade and through its body, stunning it. Before the Shadow could recover, Farran dropped down and switched Silverbreak into crossbow form, placing its barrel right under the Shadow's chin, and pulling the trigger. The Shadow evaporated before it hit the ground.

While Farran and Yang were dealing with their targets, Ruby sped about the room taking on her own. Much like Farran, she opted to take a long distance approach, using her Semblance to zip around the room, getting into position to snipe the Shadow, and to get away from the lightning attacks it tried to hit her with. At the same time, she used Lupa as a decoy, her wind spells whipping by the Shadow, while also pelting it with various plates and silverware that had been set at the tables previously, even managing to send a full turkey smashing into its face. Once it had managed to wipe the stuffing from its face, the now incensed Shadow took aim at Lupa, dropping a lightning bolt on top of her, and sending her and Ruby to the floor. The Shadow approached her, its musket trained right on her. Once it got within arm's reach, with one swift motion, Ruby switched Crescent Rose into scythe mode, and swept the legs out from under the Shadow, and sending its musket sailing halfway across the room. Stumbling back to its feet, the Shadow drew its blade, looking to continue the battle hand-to-hand, however unlike Farran's duel, Ruby was able to generate much more power behind each of Crescent Rose's swings. The Shadow could hardly get its own attacks in edgewise, as Ruby continued to swing in a flurry of blows, forcing the Shadow back, its only resort being to block and dodge with all its might. The battle came to a head as Ruby forced the Shadow all the way across the room, backing it into a corner against the wall. The Shadow tried in vain to block one last time, but with the strength Ruby put behind her swing, its rapier was ripped from its hand. With one last grin, Ruby held Crescent Rose skyward, bringing it down and cleaving the Shadow in two. The two remaining halves fell to the floor and melted.

She wiped the perspiration from her brow, and turned to check on her teammates, seeing them finish with their Shadows as well. Once the coast was clear, she waved for them to regroup, "I think that's the last of it. You guys ok?"

"Yeah, all good here." Yang stretched her arm, "How about that? Even Richards's elite guards don't stand a chance against us! We completely floored 'em!"

"It's a shame, though." Farran looked whimsically at his wrist, "I was hoping I'd be able to take one as a Persona."

"Tough shit, Hero!" Yang clapped him on the back, "If you wanted to have one, you shouldn't have executed it. Whatever, we're three for three on this floor. Let's head to the next one, make sure that's where we gotta go, then get the hell back home."

"Wait… Three?" In a hurry, Viola flipped open Farran's scroll, "Oh no… Guys, there's still one more-"

She was cut off by the far door being thrown open, "Athos, Porthos, Aramis, sirs! Where are you…?"

The group turned to see another Shadow, much like the Musketeers they had just defeated, standing in the doorway. Whereas the previous Musketeers looked as if they were adults, this one seemed more boyish, hardly older than Ruby. Instead of the colorful, fancy outfits the others had worn, this one's was much more simple, and colored a deep brown. The boyish Shadow swept a lock of its golden hair from its face as it stared at the group, recognition starting to flash in its eyes.

"Y-You… You! Villain!" The Shadow shot an accusatory finger at Farran, marching up to him, "How dare you… Breaking into Boss Richards's Palace, destroying my fellow Musketeers… and just generally making a mess of the place! Look at what you've done!"

Farran just raised an eyebrow at the shrieking Shadow, "Villain? Dust, what's with you people and weird ass nicknames. I'm hardly a villain, man."

"Lies! All lies! Beyond that, you've clearly taken these three beautiful maidens hostage!" He gestured at Viola, Yang, and Ruby with a wink. He could hear Yang snicker and Ruby gag, "That tears it! You and me, villain! Right here, right now in single combat. I demand a duel!"

"A duel? What the heck are you- OW!"

Farran was cut off as the Shadow pulled a glove from its hand, and deftly smacked him across the face with it. It dropped the glove at Farran's feet and walked a few paces away, drawing a musket, looking at him expectantly, "Well, Villain? Prepare for the duel!"

Farran looked back to Ruby, Yang, and Viola with a shrug, "Guess I gotta duel him… or whatever."

"You sure about this Farran?" Viola bit her lip, "Remember, none of these Shadows are pushovers."

"Eh, why not? We just took down three of them one on one, and this one doesn't look nearly as tough."

Farran faced the Shadow and got into a stance, drawing Silverbreak. Before he could even react, a transparent barrier formed around them, blocking him off from the others. He rushed to the blockade, only to hear the sound of a gunshot ring out, as a bullet struck his back. Farran could feel shooting pain rise from his back as he stumbled, the acrid scent of gunpowder filling his nostrils. He looked up just as the Shadow was preparing another volley, and on instinct alone summoned Lady Luck. She sprinted to the Shadow, raising her rapier and forcing him to block her strike with its musket.

"Coward! You would dare violate the sanctity of a duel by having someone fight your battles?!" The Shadow spat, "You would dare send… send… Oh." The Shadow's face softened as it took in the view of Lady Luck, "Well hello, mon cheri. It is rare to find such a beauty in a place like this." With surprising strength, the Shadow used its musket to force Lady Luck's rapier from her hand. Farran tensed up, expecting him to strike, but to his surprise, the Shadow wrapped one arm around her waist, using his other hand to take hers, "Tell me, mon ami. Why would you become an acquaintance of this Villain? You should come with me instead, and together we will-"

The Shadow was cut off by a burst of light exploding from its back. Taking the distraction, Lady Luck seized her blade, and slashed at the Musketeer. Before it could recover, she coated her blade in electricity, and swung once more, dropping the Shadow to its knees.

"Place you hands on me again," Lady Luck thrust her sword up to its throat, "and you will not live long enough to regret it."

"Very well…" The Shadow chuckled to itself, "If it is a fight you wish, madam, then it is a fight you will receive."

In the blink of an eye, the Shadow drew its own rapier and lashed at Lady Luck. Its speed rivaling her own, the two became locked in a duel of their own, the sound of steel against steel, as the two were apparently equal in terms of skill. Farran knew it was only a matter of time until the Shadow managed to overtake her, as the electricity flowing through her rapier consistently drained his stamina. With no other hope of winning, he knew he needed to give his newest Persona a test run.

"Come forth…" He growled, "Minotaur!"

Lady Luck disappeared in a flash, as the usual bright blue light that preceded a summoned Persona erupted from the ground in front of him, this time far larger than usual. Slowly, a form started to rise from the center, growing far past Farran's own height. When the light finally faded, Farran's Persona, which took the form of a large, muscular humanoid with the head of a bull towered over the Shadow. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the fear in the Shadow's face as Minotaur roared.

"Farran?! What the hell is that?!" Yang screeched from behind him, pounding on the barrier "That better not be the Persona you got for me!"

Farran stared at her, "Why the hell not?! Yang, I thought you'd be happy with that."

"It's a cow, you idiot! In what way does that represent me? That sure as hell better not be a way of calling me fat!"

"Wha-No! Of course not! Why would I go out of my way to make a Persona to do something like that, especially when it isn't true in the first place?"

"Then what is it for?! Why the hell would your Persona for me be a cow? …Oh, I get it. Farran, you freaking perv, it's cause I have 'udders', isn't it?"

Farran's face scrunched up, his eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to keep himself calm. He could hear the sound of Ruby desperately trying not to double over laughing. He took a calming breath before he called back, "Yang, that thought had never crossed my mind in the first place. But now that you said it, I'm not gonna be able to think of anything else whenever I summon the damn thing!"

Farran heard the voice of the Shadow from behind him, "You dare turn your back on me?!"

He spun around to see the Musketeer, rapier in hand, charging at Minotaur in an attempt to plunge its blade into the Persona. It raised its blade high and swiped, only for the sword to plink harmlessly off its pectorals. The Musketeer looked up at Minotaur with a whimper as the beast grinned, flexing its arms. Minotaur taunted the Shadow by pointing down at it, then wagging its finger. Farran took a deep breath, preparing to retaliate thinking one simple word: Sledgehammer. Immediately the Minotaur wound up its arms, swinging a double hammerfist into the chest of the Musketeer. The Shadow flew across the room, leaving its musket, shoes, and cap in the spot it had once stood, slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the room. Farran started to celebrate, hearing the sound of the barrier collapse behind him, but heavy fatigue set in right then, dropping him to his knees.

He could feel the cooling sensation of one of Lupa's healing spells as Viola put a hand on his shoulder, "Easy, Farran. When a Persona uses a physical skill, it drains your own strength. Using such a strong one with as much damage as you had taken was reckless."

"I know, Viola. I just didn't have much choice. Couldn't keep Lady Luck out there, cause I was running out of energy to cast spells at all. Had to end it in a hurry." With a steadying hand, she helped him to his feet, and over to the young Musketeer, "You ok?"

"Why…" The Musketeer let out a self-deprecating chuckle, "Why is a villain like you so strong…? Why am I so weak? I have to fight for justice, and protect others… That is our way."

Yang knelt down at his side, "That's your problem. You're not fighting for justice at all. Richards is the bad guy, not us."

"Lies… All lies…"

Ruby frowned, "But it's true. Tell me, have you ever been downstairs? Do you know what's at the bottom of the tower?"

The Musketeer nodded, "Of course. It's Boss Richards's factory. It's where he makes medicines of all kinds for the people in town."

"Wrong. He makes drugs, but not like that." Farran shook his head, "He uses it to make Diamond Dust, a highly addictive, and highly dangerous drug that he sells illegally."

The Shadow took in their words for a moment, then sighed, "I suppose you're right. I always wonder why I was forbidden from going to the base of the tower. I always thought something was off about all this, but I just did what the others told me. Guess I never was fighting for justice in the first place…"

"It's not too late to start. Think about it. You aren't some employee for this place, are you? And this never was a real business, was it?" Farran knelt down next to him, ethereal chain in hand, "Remember what you are, and forge a contract with me."

"I… You're right. I am a being from the collective unconscious of humanity. I come from the sea of your soul… And I will forge a contract with you. I offer you my musket in your pursuit of justice." The Musketeer reached out and shook Farran's hand, the chain snaking around his arm. Within seconds, he began glowing, and shortly after disappeared.

"Alright." Farran stood up, making his way for the door, new Persona acquired, "Let's go scope out this last floor and go home."

The others followed right behind him, slowly slumping their way up the last flight of stairs, the fatigue of the day readily setting in. The stairwell ended at a small landing, leading to a set of massive, oaken double doors, the left of which had been left open a crack. They grouped up near the door, taking a peak inside. Past the door was a mammoth room, empty save for a grandiose, golden throne set close to the far wall. Farran could barely make out the form of Shadow Richards lounging on a cushion on the throne. The walls were lined with thousands of television monitors, each displaying feeds from various security cameras, which seemed to cover every inch of the city outside. Satisfied, the group backed away from the door, and headed back down the stairs.

"Well, looks like we got everything ready for when we come here next, right?" Yang folded her hands behind her head, "Got an easy way up here, we know where he's gonna be, and this whole floor is cleared. We should be all set, right?"

Farran nodded, "Yea. All we gotta do is get the program from Fox, and find a way into his office. Then we'll be all set to take that bastard down."

"Hey, Viola." Ruby turned to their navigator, "Weren't there five Shadows on the radar for this floor?"

Viola brought a finger to her chin in thought, "Yea… Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just I'm thinking it all over, and we only defeated four, didn't we? There were the three that we each took out, and then the one Farran took as his Persona, but there's still-"

She was cut off by an unfamiliar, yet beautiful voice from the bottom of the stairs, "And then the one Farran took as his Persona, but there's still…"

The froze, then took a few tentative steps down to the bottom of the stairs. When they rounded the corner outside the door, they saw the figure of a girl standing there. Crimson hair poured down over her slender, beautiful frame, which was garbed in a flowing white gown. Near transparent butterfly wings connected to her back flitted to and fro. She was most certainly a Shadow, and yet everything from her body language made it clear she wasn't a threat.

"Um… Can we help you?" Farran furrowed his brow as he stared at her.

"Can we help you? Can we help you?" She repeated sadly, pointing daintily at his wrist.

"Farran's wrist? What's wrong with it?" Ruby questioned, "Who are you?"

She shook her head, "Who are you? Who are you?"

"Uh… V?" Yang tapped Viola on the shoulder, "I don't think this is gonna go anywhere anytime soon. Mind giving her a little scan so we can get introductions out of the way?"

Viola nodded, and the light of her scan flooded the room, "Let's see… She's of the Lovers Arcana and her name is… Oh, I see… I'm so sorry. Her name is Echo."

"Echo! Echo!" She repeated happily after hearing her name.

"I see, so you can only repeat what people say to you?" Farran watched as she nodded, "Well, that's gonna make this more difficult. Well, when we were looking at the map earlier, we saw you tracking one of the Shadows we fought. Were you following one of the Musketeers?"

"One of the Musketeers…" Echo looked away from him, a shy smile crossing her lips as her face started to flush.

"So… Oh!" Realization crashed over him, "You're Lovers, and he's Justice. Right, I see where this is going now. So, what about my wrist? Are you telling me you want to join us?"

"Join us! Join us!" She repeated, bouncing excitedly.

Farran looked over to Viola, "This… isn't normal, is it?"

"Well, no…" She thought over the situation, "While not necessarily common, it's entirely possible that something triggered her memories of what she truly is. Perhaps… Perhaps she was around when you were talking to the Musketeer? She could have overheard you, and that made her remember."

"I see… Well then, Echo. I don't really see any point in turning you down. Welcome to the team!" Farran stuck out his hand.

"Welcome to the team!" Echo repeated, grasping his hand. Just as it had happened with the Musketeer, the chain snaked around her arm, and with a flash of light, she was gone.

Their goal for the day accomplished, and three new Personas under Farran's belt, the group returned to the room with the sigil, taking it back down to the ground floor. At they exited the building, Farran and Yang made absolutely sure that the door appeared closed, and yet they could still open it when the day arrived. Once the app had transported them back to their world, everyone agreed to meet up on Tuesday, two days before the deadline, to work out their plan to take Richards down. With everything all set, Viola returned to the Velvet Room, and Farran, Ruby, and Yang returned to the dorms. With the usual Metaverse-induced fatigue hitting much harder today, Farran immediately collapsed onto his futon once he walked in the door. As his eyelids closed, he looked forward to a long, restful sleep, but fate had other plans in mind. As soon as he lost consciousness, Farran's dreams were plagued by the last vestiges of the Headless Horseman, and the slow, steady melody of a piano.

Author's Notes

Minotaur: A creature from Greek legend that was locked in the Labyrinth. Described as having the body of a man, and the head of a bull. Eventually killed by Theseus.

Musketeer: Based on the story "The Three Musketeers" by Alexandre Dumas. The story follows the story of four Musketeers of the Guard in Paris, Aramis, Athos, Porthos, and d'Artagnan. I kinda wanted his personality to be a bit naïve, but still have a good heart. I also wanted him to be a bit of a manwhore to do a throwback to all the Jaune Harem fics that are so prevalent. ;D

Echo: A nymph in Greek mythology that was cursed by Hera, making it so that she was only capable of saying the last few words spoken to her. In the story of Narcissus, she fell in love with him, but because she was cursed, she was unable to tell him how she felt, nor was she able to stop him as he fell in love with himself. In the story, her "Narcissus" is played by the Musketeer. As to if the flash of light that stopped him from creeping on Lady Luck was from her, well… She would never admit to it.

That's all for this one, hope you guys enjoyed, and I hope to see you in the next chapter!

Inferno :D