It's Monty's day as I write this: 2/1/2018. Keep Moving Forward! Oh shit and now it's today 3/3/2019. Fake Patty's day was f*cking LIT! Drank from 2 pm- 4 am. Might be a record.

Her sweaty hand slipped and almost failed to grasp the next ledge.

Blake had been scaling the tricky white stones for several agonizing minutes. After what felt like eternity, the balcony above her was near. Thanks to the balcony, the sun's harsh rays were blocked, which spared her some pain. The sunlight silhouetted against the balcony, so Blake was under a cool shadow at last.

With a determined grunt, she firmly gripped the next stone that projected out the side of the wall.

"Scaling a mansion will be easy for you," they said. Blake bitterly thought. I don't see Ruby and Yang doing this.

Honestly, the faunus was proud she'd made it this far. With the help of her clones, she managed to throw off security and trespass on Schnee grounds.

She kept telling herself that this was wrong, but at the same time, it was right. It was a conflicting swirl of emotions as she leapt to the next stone with a grunt.

Reluctantly, the nimble faunus looked down. She was dozens of feet off the ground. If she fell now, she didn't think that even her clones could save her.

This damned mansion was like a skyscraper. Blake was sure that if there were people, she'd see ants. The garden below looked like plain grass. The faunus glistened a layer of sweat as she prepared for the next vault.

Yang's worry finally reached the breaking point, Blake thought sadly. She's not alone on that. Ruby and I are worried sick about her, too. Especially after she received another text and said nothing about it.

By this point, the three friends had become desperate. It was torture to stand by idly and watch any longer. It was clear that Weiss was never going to talk about her home life on her own. They were overwhelmed and like any normal friends, wanted to help.

To do so, they took drastic measures. They were so desperate that Ruby and Yang gave Blake the go ahead to break into Weiss' home and figure out exactly what's going on behind those seemingly perfect closed doors.

I'm glad Ruby and Yang agreed to this. I feel a little less guilty eavesdropping, or stalking… Blake shook her head, telling herself that this was justified to help her dear friend. My advice to wait went down the drain. I guess I'm glad about that. I don't think I can wait a second longer to help her.

After a deep inhale, Blake sprang over to the stone railing on the balcony. It took all her upper body strength as her arms screamed in protest. With both hands, she gripped it for dear life as her body dangled dangerously below.

With all her might, Blake pulled herself up and over the railings, landing safely on the balcony. She thumped on her back as she panted for breath. The ground was warm. Her chest heaved as she stared up at the vibrant sky.

Oh my god. Never again. I'm never scaling a building ever again.

That was a more intense workout than fighting that nevermore not even an hour ago! Her arms burned like they were on fire and were limp by her side. The cat faunus could only lay there as the adrenaline wore off.

After a few minutes, Blake gathered the energy to stand and look around. Outside, there were several white lilies in pots that rested on the railings. Blake was lucky she didn't smash any by accident.

There was an aluminum chair that faced the horizon. When the sun sets, this would be the ideal place to watch. Blake could definitely see Weiss using it on occasion.

Leading to the inside were two sliding glass doors. There was a light blue and white room. It had to be Weiss' room. Determined to find out, Blake tiptoed over and slid a door open, surprised that it was unlocked. She came with some bobby pins in case she needed to pick the lock. It was safe to assume that Weiss never expected an intruder to scale her house and leap onto her personal balcony.

From the looks of it, Weiss wasn't in her room yet. Blake beat her to it. Now that she had time, she decided to check it out. The entire room was about half the size of a football field. Instead of artificial grass, it was a pure marble floor.

She felt so small in this vast space as she glanced around in awe. The walls were mostly light blue with an accent of white. The bed was definitely king-sized and adorned the fluffiest blankets and pillows. There was no way Weiss needed all this space. Blake imagined she'd only need a quarter of this bed.

Awestruck, she brushed her fingers over the snowflake patterned blankets. After rubbing the blankets, Blake had enough and sauntered over to Weiss' desk.

Of course, the counter top was the finest, shimmering granite. The laptop with a snowflake as the logo was closed, and the mouse was on the left side under a mouse pad. Since the desk had enough space, there was also a small pot of white lilies in the corner. Next to that was a framed, horizontal picture that was propped up against the wall.

Intrigued, Blake gently grasped the frame and curiously examined it.

There were a ton of plants and flowers in the scenery. In the midst of the sun and vegetation, there was a child with white hair. Blake guessed it was Weiss. The child had the widest, happiest grin as she was held by an older woman who adorned a dainty sun hat. It wasn't hard to guess that the woman was her mother, who had bobbed white hair with kind blue eyes. The mother and daughter had the same sweet shade of azure. In the background picking some white lilies was a shorter man with a mustache. Blake had no clue who he was as she tilted her head in thought.

There was an overwhelming amount of happiness seeping into the air from this picture. Blake couldn't explain it. It was like this picture emanated its own aura. Unable to help herself, Blake smiled.

Willow made her so happy. I haven't seen her smile like that in forever.

When Blake set the picture back in its rightful place, she sighed. Now that she had a chance to cool off from the arduous exercise, she felt a chill down her spine. She crossed her arms as she shivered.

The air was cold.

There was a lot of magnificent furniture in this room. It was pleasing to the eye, no doubt. This was more than enough for anyone to live in luxury. It even suited Blake's needs and desires when she found several bookshelves with various novels.

Despite this, Blake felt...

Empty.

She had no time to dwell on that feeling when she heard footsteps just outside the door. They were light and had a purpose, meaning one thing.

She's here.

Just when her adrenaline vanished, it spiked again.

Blake whipped her head around for a place to hide. Fortunately, there was a door just a few feet to her right. Swiftly, she darted inside and was careful to leave it cracked open. If she was going to make sure her friend was okay, she had to see her.

Since it was dark in this room, her night vision came in handy. Having time, Blake gazed around and her jaw almost hit the carpet. This was a closet full of shoes. Ranging from flats to pumps to sneakers and everything in between. Most of them were a shade of blue, and a select few were vibrant red. The kind of crimson people normally wear if they were making a fashion statement or attending a very important dance.

How many does she have?!

There were shelves of them. Even part of the white carpet had some pairs of shoes since some shelves were overflowing. There were easily dozens of shoes. Blake would even say that it wouldn't be odd to guess about a hundred. Each pair was stacked neatly and next to the respective counterpart.

Before she could inspect an interesting black, sparkling pair, a door in the distance opened.

Instantly, Blake covered her mouth as her cat ears perked up. Those were the same footsteps she heard earlier. Weiss must be here. To make sure, Blake carefully peeked through the door crack, making sure her breathing was light.

Yep, Weiss was here. She looked tired, which was to be expected. Not even half an hour ago they took out a giant nevermore. Blake squinted to see her properly as she made her way over to the dresser.

Seeing as her friend was about to change, Blake looked away to give her privacy. A cat ear flicked from the faint sound of Weiss exchanging dirty clothes for new ones. Only when there was the noise of the shelf sliding shut did Blake look again.

Good, Weiss was in a new set of clothes. From this angle, Blake could see her back as Weiss went over to sit at her desk. There was a large, ungodly textbook as Weiss flipped through the pages.

Thanks to her perfect vision, Blake could read the title. Business Strategies and Advanced Techniques for Entrepreneurship, she took a moment to process the mouthful. That's right, she's heiress to Schnee Energy… I forgot since she never talks about it.

For a few minutes, the turning of pages lingered. The whole time, Weiss' head was dipped down and her eyes were glued to the book like she was a zombie.

Blake was almost worried about a second since she hadn't turned a page in a while. Maybe she got distracted by her thoughts. Blake's worry washed away when Weiss reached out for the picture on her desk. Time for a break.

Fondly, Weiss adjusted the picture on her desk, giving it a curious inspection.

Such a perfectionist. Did she notice it wasn't the same angle as before? I tried to leave it how it was.

When Weiss was done gazing at the picture, she went back to study the intimidatingly thick book. Lazily, she placed a hand under her chin after a small sigh. Internally, Blake agreed. Reading that thing had to be more boring than watching.

This led Blake to venture in her own mind. What was that text Weiss received about? If nothing was going to happen, why was she here watching her friend like some stalker?

As Weiss read, she subconsciously reached under her school uniform and pulled out the silver locket. Mindlessly, she began to fiddle with it before resting it on her cheek. Her eyes never left the pages.

Oh yeah, Blake thought. She's an heiress and a priestess. That's… a lot.

Blake didn't know how she did it. She really didn't. Never in a million years could she have that much on her plate while somehow staying sane. The fact that Weiss did all this while also excelling in academics was beyond her. It sounded impossible. It should've been impossible.

After about half an hour passed, there was a knock on the door. Instantly, Weiss stood and glided over to greet whoever was there. To get a better view, Blake adjusted herself so she had the perfect view of the door to her friend's room.

"Hello, Weiss," a friendly male voice greeted.

"Klein!" Weiss exclaimed happily.

Klein? Who's that? Blake asked herself. She couldn't even see the man since Weiss was apparently taller than him. The faunus caught part of his mustache and everything clicked. He's the guy in the picture! His name's Klein. Klein.

Since Blake was horrible with names, she repeated it in her head several times for it to stick.

Under the mustache, Klein smiled. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your studies-"

"Don't be," the priestess reassured. "You're never a bother."

It was obvious to Blake that Weiss cherished whoever this Klein was dearly. She was obviously happy to see him. However, the atmosphere become heavy as Weiss continued with her next words.

"Is… is Father ready now?"

Ready now? Blake repeated to herself. Does that mean she was waiting for him to be ready? Was the earlier text meant to get her home before this… meeting? What kind of a dad arranges a meeting with his own daughter?

Klein hesitantly nodded. "Yes, he needs a word with you now."

"Alright then."

Noticing she looked distressed by that, Klein pulled her in for a hug. His shorter arms enveloped her back. Fondly, Weiss slid her arms around his back as she took a deep breath.

Blake watched from the heartwarming scene from the closet. Based on the apron Klein was wearing, and since the Schnee's had boat loads of money, she guessed this man was a butler. It was odd for a man other than Mr. Schnee to be in this mansion, so that was the only thing Blake could deduce. From this angle, Blake got a solid look at him. He was definitely the man in the picture.

I've only seen her hug Dad like that.

After the two separated, Klein gave her a sad smile.

"I'm sorry about what happened last time," Klein apologized.

Last time? Blake asked herself. That's when she recalled her friend's blue wrist. It didn't take long for a frown to form.

Klein continued with regret in his voice. "If I'd covered you properly-"

"It wasn't your fault," Weiss stated firmly. "My own carelessness caught up to me."

At least she's not completely alone, Blake observed. Klein knows. And he's supportive. That's good. That relieves me just a bit.

Weiss' stern words didn't make Klein feel less guilty. However, he could tell she was still in distress. He didn't mind if he felt that way, but when it came to her, he wanted her to be happy always. With a plan, his eyes warped red as he mischievously smirked.

"For having such a cold room, he can be full of hot air."

From the sudden change in demeanor, Blake was taken aback. Her butler says that about his boss? He must really care for Weiss if he's risking his job.

"Klein," Weiss giggled like a child from the joke.

It was such an innocent sound. One that reminded Blake of Ruby.

The two shared laughter as the icy atmosphere melted.

However, the giggles were cut short as Weiss' hand flew to her chest. A second later, she knelt over so quickly like something rammed into her back. Her lips were parted, but no sound came out.

Alarmed, Klein exclaimed worriedly. "Snowflake?!"

When there was no reply, Klein set a hand on her back and another around her waist. Weiss was silent as she clawed at her heart. It was like something was eating her from the inside out.

From the sight, Blake almost leaped out of the closet.

What's happening?! Klein you idiot, get a doctor!

"I'll call for someone-"

Klein was about to reach for his cell phone, but a pale hand stopped him. The worried butler felt her straighten up and she took a deep breath.

"I'm okay now, Klein," Weiss used a stern voice that strove for steadiness. "S-sorry about that."

There was this casualness in her tone that sent Blake on edge. Like this wasn't the first time that this has happened.

"Are you well?" Klein questioned, his concern clearly still showing. "What happened?"

"I assure you, I'm okay now."

Golden eyes narrowed. Keyword: now.

Concerned, the man gave her a once over. She looked perfectly fine. In fact, it was clear that she was trying to keep the poker face. There was an inkling of doubt in Klein's mind. He couldn't forget the sight of her doubled over in pain like that.

"You can meet with your Father later, Snowflake," Klein insisted. "Get some rest instead."

"No," Weiss replied firmly. "I'd rather get this over with."

Anxious to see her father, Weiss hesitantly pushed passed Klein since she knew he'd protest.

"W-wait, Snowflake!"

The worried man trailed behind her, hoping to change her mind. "He'd understand if you're sick-"

"He won't," Weiss shot that suggestion down. "Klein, please return to work. I'd rather he didn't yell at you, too."

After a heavy sigh, Klein conceded. "Text me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will."

With that, Klein let her go and went back to his duties as a butler.

Fortunately for Blake, the door was left open. The moment Klein left her side, Blake bolted after Weiss. Like a ninja, she created no noise as she followed on her tiptoes. She was her friend's shadow and somehow remained unseen in the overly white halls.

Along the way, Blake hid behind multiple cabinets, shelves, and curtains in the vast hallways. At one point, there was even a massive piano she blended into. She was starting to wonder how big this mansion was. She would've gotten lost if she wasn't following Weiss.

Noticing there was an easier way to sneak around, Blake used one of her clones to scale the walls and hide in the rafters. It was difficult to not make any noise from the parkour, but she somehow managed it like a true shadow.

Now she had a full view of Weiss as she perched on the rafter like an owl.

A few minutes passed as Blake swung silently along the rafters. Finally, Weiss stopped at a pair of large double doors that had one large snowflake emblazoned in the middle.

There was an audible sigh before Weiss let herself in and shut the door.

Frustrated, Blake dropped down just outside the closed doors. She looked for another way in, but came up blank.

She had to see what happened behind closed doors somehow! She had to witness it for herself. Otherwise, she'd keep telling herself that Fathers aren't capable of physical harm.

Carefully, she rested a cat ear on the left door. Only to hear nothing.

Soundproof doors?!

High dollar Schnee's, Blake grit her teeth from not being able to hear anything. If she couldn't figure out what was going on behind closed doors, then why was she here!?

Determined to get results, Blake turned on her heel to look for another way in.

Only to be stunned stiff.

Golden eyes widened the size of dinner plates when she noticed there was the familiar short man not even ten meters from her.

Klein was staring directly at her.

Blake blinked.

Klein blinked.

Trying to appear friendly, Blake waved.

Blaaaaaaake! Way to blow your cover! At least the wave might've saved you. Before anyone makes the joke, allow me. *ahem* Blake's in the closet ahahahaha no. no. not anymore. The ladybug is strong with this one.

Stay dandy,

~Toto