Many years ago…

The soft dripping sound of water falling from the edges of rainy rooftops was all he heard as he stepped through the alleyway. The dirty backstreets and dump-pick up areas of Vale were soaked wet after the past few days of torrential downpour. The citizens of the city were given a brief respite, though it was not to last. According to his scroll there was to be even more rain later in the week.

Better for us he mused before sliding underneath an overhang that protected his body from falling droplets of water. Risotto Nero checked his scroll again. The secure communication device between his team and him. One of the many perks of being part of the organization.

He felt his scroll vibrate just before he had slid it into his coat pocket. It was a quick message from one of his subordinates. Sorbet? It was who he expected. Sorbet and his partner Gelato had recently decided to look into the Boss, especially after being told their squad was not getting a pay raise nor a territory. That was something he was going to be bringing up with the Boss's number two man, Roman Torchwick.

When he checked his scroll, he saw that it wasn't Sorbet. It was Melone. What? What does he want? Risotto narrowed his red eyes on the words of his associate.

M: Torchwick is here.

M: Says he's brought a message from the Boss. You need to see this.

Risotto quickly shot back a quick text telling him that he'd be there soon, and then ran out back into the alleyway. Their little safehouse was nearby. Why is Roman delivering a message from the Boss? Surely he'd just contact us if he needed something….

Arriving at the safehouse, Risotto took precaution and cloaked himself with iron powder, shimmering slowly away until he was invisible. It was one of the reasons he was the greatest assassin on Remnant, and why he was leader of the Hitman Team. Inside the safehouse, he saw his team as well as Roman Torchwick, his annoying little hat and his orange hair clearly visible even from the entrance.

"-and I'm saying, I had nothing to do with it! I don't kill associates!" Risotto heard clearly the high-strung and exuberant voice of the sub-boss. He decloaked himself and made his presence known.

"And who, Torchwick, would you be referring to?" he asked. His red eyes made contact with the young girl in heels that followed Roman like a lost puppy. Neopolitan was her name if he recalled correctly.

"Ah, Nero!" he said with the flamboyant wave of his hand. His weapon, Melodic Cudgel, was propped up like the cane it was in order to hold him up. The man leaned heavily on it.

Risotto ignored him and turned to Melone and the rest of his team. "What was so urgent?" Risotto could tell his team was jumpy and most of all, scared. What could scare them?

Melone just pointed to Roman Torchwick. With a sigh, Risotto turned to face the sub-boss. The consigliere, according to their mysterious boss. "Well, the boss sent me to uh, ah, deliver a message for you and your team." Risotto noticed that Roman's attitude had quickly changed. Usually he was eccentric and theatrical but now? He looked… meek. Afraid. Disturbed. The look one has when they've seen something truly terrible. It was shared by Melone. He could see Formaggio and Giaccio standing nearby too. They looked just as perturbed as Roman did.

"Well, what is it? What's the message?"

Roman pulled at his collar nervously before twirling his wrist awkwardly. "Well, it's not exactly a worded message. Just… follow me…"

Risotto nodded and followed the consigliere towards the back of the safehouse, the relaxation room as it was called, to show him this message that had gotten his team so terrified. Roman pushed open the door to reveal a disturbing sight.

There were large and thin pieces of glass, thirty six of them to be exact. Each of them was see through. Held within each piece of glass was a piece of sorbet. Thirty six layers, making up a full person. He'd been sliced up and shipped to the Hitman Squad. A simple letter came with it. It said "Punishment."

Sitting nearby was the rest of his squad. Pesci and Prosciutto as well as Illuso. They looked petrified. Roman coughed from behind Risotto. "If it's any consolation, I had no idea he did this."

Nero grit his teeth and twisted his hand slightly. Roman fell to his knees as he felt a pair of scissors form in his neck. He clawed at it, fearing for his life. "I-I didn't know!" he cries out before Risotto ceased trying to kill him. Gasping for air and feeling his neck, Roman coughed several more times.

Risotto snapped his head around towards Roman, his dark red eyes looking down at him with hatred and anger. "This…" he began to say as Roman pulled himself up weakly. The orange haired man noticed that Formaggio and Giaccio were blocking his path out.

"This means war. You tell that to the boss, Torchwick. Tell him that we're coming for him."

Roman only weakly nodded before he was forcibly tossed out of the safehouse, Neopolitan trailing after him and helping him up. "They're crazy… no one can win against the Boss" he mumbled. Though… if they were successful… well, maybe then he could become the boss?

His Semblance was one of probabilities. It told him the chance of any one action happening. For example, he knew that deliver the message to the Hitman Team was about a 70/20 chance of survival.

Perhaps he could profit off of this little intergang war. The only person he could trust was Neo after all. Speaking of which, Roman looked down at his adopted daughter and smirked. With one hand he ruffled her colored hair which caused her to smile. That was worth it all. That's why he was still in the game. Well, that and he was so damn good at it.

I'll win against both of them. The boss and Nero… he thought, determined to become the top dog at the end.

And I'll keep doing what I do best, lie, steal, cheat and survive!

Present day...

Risotto looked up when he heard the crackling of the log fire. His red eyes saw Neo tossing another piece of timber onto the flames. The dry wood was consumed by the inferno and shot a stream of fire up into the air. Little embers descended in its wake onto the forest ground before fizzling out in the darkness. A gust of wind caused it to repeat.

Neo gave him a quizzical look, almost wondering about what he was thinking of. Perhaps when this was all over he'd tell her. She probably didn't remember most of it, being much younger at the time. Most likely she just listened to whatever Roman said during their meteoric rise to power in Passione.

And what a rise he had…

For as much as he detested Roman Torchwick, Risotto Nero could not deny his ability to take advantage of any opportunity presented to him. Especially with a Semblance like Probability. Still…. Nero resented his inaction against the Boss until the very end. By then… well by then it was just Roman, Nero and Neo. The Boss has killed all of the Hitman Team by the time he vanished.

Neo looked at Risotto curiously again. She knew her own reasons for vengeance. She wanted Cinder dead. She wanted little Red dead too. Her fingers lightly rubbed the rim of Roman's hat. It was all she had left of him. The man who saved her from her old life. Who raised her like his daughter. Who taught her everything she knew and the man who loved her dearly.

She lifted her hands to sign something to Risotto.

'Why are you out here?' was all she asked. She knew he had his reasons but he'd never told her before. All she knew was that he was after a man named Diavolo who was apparently their old Boss?

Risotto narrowed his eyes. He did not want to have this conversation. She had no right to press into his past. If she had forgotten what the boss had done then that was on her. He turned his head away from her.

Neo tapped her feet until he finally turned around to face her out of sheer annoyance. "Stop that."

'Not until you answer me!' she signed at him before sticking her tongue out. It reminded him that was practically still a child. Roman's child. He still remembered the day that bastard practically adopted her. Those were different times.

"Revenge" he spat out to try and shut her up. "Just like you." The man shifted around and faced away from the fire. His red eyes penetrated into the night. It stayed silent like that for a while. Only the sound of nighttime critters and the little crackling that came from the fire. That was until he heard the sound of Neo rising, walking and then sitting down next to him on his log.

'Just like me huh? You lose someone too? Someone close?' she finally signed back. Looks like she wasn't letting up. Nero sighed and looked at her with a sneer.

"My team" he finally said, his face softening as memories of a time long gone returned time. "They were my family. Like your boss. The Boss had them all killed. One by one. You remember the Boss right?"

Neo nodded. How could she not? It was Roman, Nero and her that had taken him down in the end. Well, he has vanished without a trace before they could confront him. Still, he was the man who came before Roman. Roman became the boss of Passione in Vale and then… then Cinder came. She gripped her parasol tightly. 'Someone robbed my family too. A woman of pure evil named Cinder.'

Risotto simply went "Hn…" as he fell into deep thoughtful. Most certainly remembering the deaths of his team. Formaggio, burned to death. Melone and Illuso were poisoned. Pesci and Prosciutto died of a snapped neck and the wheels of a train respectively. And Giaccio? His was the strangest death. How they beat his Semblance he'd never know. At least he'd taken down the Boss's squad as well. He thanked whatever deity there was that he managed to kill Ciocolata and Secco as well as Squalo and Tianzo. All that was left was the Boss.

'What was your team like?' she suddenly asked. Risotto raised his brow in confusion. This was certainly unexpected. No one had ever cared about his team, at least, not on such a personal level like Neo had just asked.

What were they like? It had been so long that he had started to forget bits and pieces. That worried him. His memory was always so sharp but ... the little things about them were slowly fading away. He grit his teeth. "We were assassins. Hitman. We did hit jobs for the Boss when he needed them. But who we were?..."

He thought for a little while. How could he explain his family to someone so… different? "We were a unique team. Melone and Giaccio were always so expressive." He thought back to the time where Giaccio was raging about the pronunciation of Menagerie. He was a hawk faunus with a tendency to rage about anything that set him off. That was always funny. Or perhaps the time Pesci tried to learn how to ask a girl out from Prosciutto.

'You're smiling" she signed, breaking Nero out of his mind. 'I've never seen you do that before.'

Risotto Nero's smile soon vanished. He sighed. "I suppose I was just remembering the good times. I do miss them. They were my men. I intend to avenge them." Neo saw him tighten his fists in anger. The burning fire within him raged hotter than even their campfire's flames. It fueled his every step. His every action. Once the Boss was destroyed, his life would be complete. Then he would set off to start it once again. Risotto then felt a small hand on his shoulder. The small hand of a young woman who had lost like he had.

He let it stay. But only for a moment before shrugging it off. Neo understood. She wasn't much for closeness either. But it was reassuring for the both of them. They were partners now. A new team. "We should move out soon" he said softly. "Get some rest. We leave at dawn." They had gained a new lead at Higabana a few days back. A scorpion faunus has inquired to the location of the same targets. They figured it would be easier to follow a man than it would be a bird.

Neo nodded and headed to her sleeping bag. Risotto turned back round and stared into the fire.

In it, he saw his team. His family.

Team RNJWR had entered through decaying arc that would have been the gateway to Oniyuri had it been completed. All around them were large buildings that would have been homes and shops. Some were barely even built, being only the skeletons made up of scaffolding. Others were complete yet damaged. All of them were abandoned.

It was a ghost town.

The group of teens warily began heading towards the center of the town. Weiss had her cool blues aimed at the battered down "skyline" of the village. The air was cooler than usual, making her wish she had something other than her skirt and jacket. Ren was leading their pack forward.

When they had reached the center of the eerie town, the magenta eyed boy stopped and raised a hand to them. Weiss swiftly put her hand to her weapon. If Ren has sensed something then it must mean trouble.

Jaune's eyes darted around before he felt his Semblance activating. Or at least, one part of it. Epitaph threw the bangs of his blond hair into the air to show him an unavoidable vision of the future.

*A scorpion faunus was rushing towards them, jumping into the air to launch his attack upon them. Ren lifted his weapon as did the rest of them. Then the faunus landed, striking out. Ren lunged forward to block.*

As Epitaph deactivated Jaune knew he had a few seconds to act. Ren was already looking towards the direction in which the scorpion faunus would be coming from. "King Crimson!" Jaune shouted and time was erased. Alright. Where is he. Almost immediately, the knight saw the red image of their foes movements well before they occurred. He saw him land and then he saw his forecasted attacks. Rushing forward as he counted the seconds, he began to position himself for an opportune attack. The faunus's attacks would have been incredibly dangerous, but his movements were pointless in a world where time had vanished. Six seconds! He thought as his Semblance came to an end.

For everyone else, it would have felt and looked like Tyrian had just appeared before them and for Jaune to have appeared behind him. Luckily for RNJWR, they knew what Jaune's semblance could do. Jaune wasted no time in lunging with Crocea Mors. Tyrian idly blocked his sword point with his tail before rushing forward to stab at Ren. The magenta eyed boy raised Stormflower's knives to keep the scorpion's weapons at bay.

Their enemy was fast. That was for certain. He bounced from Ren to Nora and shoved her aside before lunging towards Ruby and catching some of her aura. Jaune rushed forward to attack but Tyrian leaped up into the air and landed and on Jaune's shield, leaning forward into his face before leaping back. Jaune quickly used Epitaph to predict Weiss was going to fire some ice at Tyrian. In his vision he saw the scorpion jump off his shield and the result was only a frozen shield on his part.

Quickly he erased time and let the ice bolt from Weiss fly behind him. "Sorry!" she called out.

The stranger launched himself backwards into one of the tall towers, crashing through the walls. Once the dust settled, the group say him in full. His legs were spread apart and held him up before he leaped down.

Weiss stepped forward, her rapier poised to cast another glyph. "We're not looking for a fight!" she shouted at him.

Ren followed with a "Who are you?"

The man cackled slightly. There was a presence about him that shook Jaune to the core. Something about his movements. His eyes. It screamed madness to him.

What do we do? he asked inside his mind.

He's a faunus! Do not get stung. I saw a scorpion tail moments ago.

Shit? Poison?

Diavolo gave him an affirmation within their shared mind. Jaune tightened the grip around his sword and shield and let King Crimson flare behind him.

"Who I am does not concern you…" he said in a twisted voice that oozed a type of arrogance that not even Cardin had, all as he pointed at Ren. This wasn't the voice of some high school bully, but that of a brutal killer. His finger lifted up to point at Weiss. "Or you."

Then Nora. "Or you." Then he looked at Jaune. "Well… you do interest me. No, the only person that I am concerned with is you…." His gaze rested on Ruby Rose, who tightened her grip on Crescent Rose.

"What do you want with her?!" Weiss shouted at the man, standing in front of Ruby protectively.

"Why to whisk her away of course!"

Nora and Ren stood side by side and moved in front of Ruby, as did Jaune. "What if she doesn't want to go anywhere?" Nora said with Maginhild at the ready.

"We won't let you take her" Jaune said, though he didn't hear the rest of the man's voice when Epitaph activates. In the next three seconds Jaune saw that their foe would move at incredible speeds and appear behind Jaune. He'd be stung if not for the quick thinking of Ren. Shit… "King Crimson!" he shouted again.

Thankfully time was erased just as Tyrian lunged forward. Stepping back, Jaune could see the exact path the madman would take. His forecasted movements put him right behind where Jaune would have been standing. Even now the blond could see the movements of Ren's bullets heading towards where Tyrian was now. With a smirk, Jaune resumed time. In an instant of confusion, Tyrian was slammed by Ren's bullets. His aura crackled slightly before he refocused himself and lunged towards the black haired boy. Tyrian sliced at him before leaping back.

"You're a faunus!" Ruby shouted as the man's jacket flew off and revealed his sharp scorpions tail. "Is this about the White Fang? Roman Torchwick?"

Weiss's eyes widened as Ruby kept speaking. The Heiress wondered if her presence had put a target on her friends backs.

The faunus laughed in a truly bone chilling way. "Toy soldiers and pawns! I serve our goddess!" The way he said that word made him shiver.

"Cinder…" Ruby said with narrowed eyes, holding up Crescent Rose for battle. Nora and Weiss followed suit.

The scorpion man rolled his eyes and spat out "Only in her dreams" before charging towards them again. His speed was unreal! Strike after strike he dodged and weaved. In one moment he was trading blows with Weiss and in the next he was slashing against Crocea Mors. Jaune focused his aura to try and get King Crimson to manifest and it did for a few seconds. It allowed the knight to get a lucky hit on the faunus with the open palm of his Semblance.

Do not exhaust yourself! If you had been more efficient in your training-

"Oh shut up!" Jaune shouted before rushing forwards into the fight once more. Tyrian spun around, kicking Ren and Weiss to the ground and reached for Nora. Ruby saw an opportunity and fired an electric dust round right at Nora, slamming into her. Jaune activated Epitaph to see that while Nora indeed would be supercharged with her Semblance…. but her attack would mean little when Tyrian blocked it and knocked her to the side.

Shit! I have to skip past it.

"King Crimson!"

Tyrian found himself in a confusion predicament. For a moment he had seen the orange haired girl take a bullet from the little Rose. In the next instant she was right in front of him and had her hammer against his tail. He did not remember for a second her charging towards him, nor her attacking him. All he knew was that he saw she had risen up and the next instant he was blocking her attack. "What?" he exclaimed as Nora smirked and brought her hammer up in the moment of his confusion and slammed him in the chest with it. Electricity shocked him and his aura and threw him back into one of the old buildings and shattered it.

"Jaune!" Nora shouted as she rushed towards him and crushed him with a big hug. "That was genius! I still don't get how it works but at least I know what's going to happen when you say those words!" Jaune felt tired, with his repeated use of his Semblance and more importantly Nora's hugs, he wiped the sweat off his brow as Weiss spoke from behind him.

"I wouldn't celebrate so soon…." Her voice was filled with fear and uncertainty. They turned to see the cause of such a thing. There he was, standing as if nothing had happened. The scorpion man was grinning madly.

"You truly are interesting…" he said as his yellow eyes focused on Jaune, the knight instinctively holding his shield and sword closer.. Once more Tyrian lunged forward, but this time did not waste time with them. In a flash he knocked Ren into Nora and knocked them both down. His twin blades blocked dual slashes from Weiss and Jaune as he used his tail to swipe at the Heiress. She had to roll back to avoid being stung. Using his legs he kicked Jaune to his knees and then ran towards Ruby. The girl fired several rounds at him but he gracefully deflected or avoided them.

With two quick swipes he had cut through her aura. There was glee in his eyes. Weiss rose from her knees to see Ruby on the ground before the faunus and her eyes widened. She would not lose her beloved. Raising her rapier to fire some ice dust at Tyrian, she could see the rest of them weren't much better. Ren was catching his breath while Nora struggled to her feet. Jaune was too far to be of use, lacking a ranged weapon. It was up to her now. She aimed her weapon but saw that it was too late. The faunus brought his tail down on the girl.

"RUBY!" Weiss screamed as the stinger descended. But it never struck. The sound of metal rang out into the sk around them as Qrow Branwen blocked the attack meant for Ruby with his blade.

"Hey there kiddo" the man said with his gravelly voice.

He spun around to face Tyrian who had backed off slightly! "Qrow Branwen! A true huntsman has entered the fray!"

Qrow didn't give him a moment more before Harbinger was upon him. It was now the action of true huntsman and the faunus couldn't afford to play around like he did with the students.

Jaune however, had ran to Weiss by now and helped her onto her feet. "Come on!" he said as he held her up. The white haired girl had to use his shoulders to keep herself propped up.

"Not me. Help Ruby!" Weiss practically begged as Jaune looked towards the red reaper. She was back on her feet and running towards her uncle to try and help him.

"Alright. Let me set you down with the others!"

Weiss was too exhausted to argue, despite wanting to. Jaune carried her over to Ren and Nora who helped her down. Looking closer, he noticed that Weiss had taken a pretty bad hit. Though it hadn't broken her aura, it still did a number on her. Thankfully she seemed to be recovering already and propped herself up by the time wine set her down. "I'm ok. Just help Ruby!"

Jaune nodded but then looked towards the fight between Qrow and Tyrian. He saw something. Something that he wished he didn't.

There, sitting at his belt in a molded cover as to not pierce himself, was the arrow. The first one that had to be taken by Qrow was here once more.

Jaune! Diavolo said at once, having seen the arrow as clearly as Jaune did. Nothing matters now! You must get that arrow! It's the only way we can defeat Cinder! My sweet Jaune! That arrow is our hope!

No! I knew this would happen! You only ever cared about yourself. You only ever wanted that second arrow to try and get the Maiden's powers again! I won't do it.

Jaune felt a rumbling within him as Diavolo burst into a rage. You fool! Don't you see that we are the only ones worthy of the Maidens powers! Listen to me! Don't make me do something I will regret!

"NO!" Jaune suddenly screamed as he fell to his knees in pain. "I WON'T BE YOUR TOOL!"

"Jaune?" Weiss said as she reached out a hand. Jaune swatted it back as he grabbed his head with his own hands, his weapons still grasping them. "I-"

Listen to me Jaune! The only one worthy of the arrow is me!

I won't…

He was fading. He couldn't let Diavolo take control. He had to stay Jaune. He had to… stay…

"Jaune! Are you alright?" Ren said as the knight rose from the ground and looked towards the ongoing battle between Qrow and Tyrian.

"I'm perfect."

Magenta eyes stared back into shattered greens, all before he disappeared. When the confusion faded they all saw Jaune running towards Qrow and Tyrian. His sword and shield clattered to the ground.

"No…" Nora gasped.

"It's him! It's Diavolo!" Weiss shouted what they were all thinking. Diavolo was here. He was in control of Jaune and he was trying to get the arrow!

Finding the map that students had lost was a blessing. It told them exactly where they needed to go and that was to the old abandoned house near Haven, one practically built into the small mountain nearby. He'd sent Neo there to wait for them, in case he failed here.

The iron dust on his body hid him as the scorpion clashes with the teens. He had watched close as their one sided battle went on. His eyes were on his two candidates, the blond haired Arc and the silver eyed Rose.

Both seemed to be curious, something that their assailant seemed to agree on. His red eyes watched. Waited. Looking for something that would reveal the Boss to him. He was certainly here.

The scorpion looked like he was about to finish off the scythe wielder when out of seemingly nowhere, Qrow appeared and blocked his attack. Curious ... but not the first thing that has occurred today.

He watched closely as the two fought. He wouldn't intervene unless he needed to. He did notice that Qrow had an arrow shaped cover at his belt. It looked to be a broken arrow ... curious…

He kept an eye on the remaining students as Ruby Rose rushed to fight with her uncle. Suddenly he heard the blond boy yell "NO!" and fall to his knees. He wasn't speaking to anyone and when he rose…. he…

Vanished?

No… he was already running. But how did he….

Risotto Nero had his culprit. That… that is the boss! He's running right for the arrow.

After all these years he'd finally found him. The man who murdered his friends, the new host body he had slithered away into. It was this Jaune Arc. Diavolo, the Boss, was inside Jaune Arc and no doubt he was controlling his every action.

You're mine, Boss!

Risotto raced from the shadows, his iron dust flickering as his invisibility began to fade.

Using the remaining dust on his body, he used his semblance to forge it into a thick steel sword that mirrored the boy's own, the one he had dropped by his friends.

Qrow blocked another strike from Tyrian when he noticed two more people running towards them. His eyes looked beyond Tyrian, which caused the faunus to look as well. "Ah Hell…" Qrow said as he saw the blond idiot racing towards him… as well as….

"Magnetica?"

But the man was not racing to attack either Qrow or Tyrian, but Jaune Arc. What the hell?

Diavolo saw a face that he had not seen in ages. Risotto Nero…

King Crimson blocked the sword of Risotto Nero, who shaped it into the form of Crocea Mors.

That bastard is here? This isn't good! I need the arrow now! Diavolo lunged at Qrow, only for Epitaph to activate and show him Tyrians attack in the next two seconds. When he erased time he could see his forecasted actions. In the typical red glow, he saw Tyrians tail fly towards him. It would have caught him and stung him. Then he saw the next movements. He would have wrapped his tail around him and squeezed it. It would have worked on any other man, but not him.

"Damn you, Tyrian Callows! I can't take the arrow in erased time!"

Diavolo moved himself back as his erased time came to an end. The other combatants were all confused as the blond boy looked at them. "The arrow! It belongs to me!" Diavolo snapped at Qrow, he put his hand on it defensively.

Before he could answer, Risotto spoke up. "I've waited so long for this. Boss. You're going to die here!"

Qrow glared at the newcomer. Magnetica was the name that Ozpin gave the assassin after a string of high profile killings that matched him. He knew how dangerous he was, having fought him a few weeks prior. He wouldn't let him harm that blond idiot, even if he was being controlled by Diavolo. "Not gonna happen. To both of you."

Tyrian could only smile with glee. This was becoming much more exciting than he anticipated it would be. "So, it seems to be a fight for the last man standing!" The faunus licked his lips in anticipation.

Nobody moved. Even Ruby Rose had stopped, standing carefully behind Jaune a good ways back. Suddenly her idea of helping Qrow became a lot harder. Still, she wouldn't let Jau-, no, Diavolo, hurt Qrow. So she began to move closer as the four men eyed one another. She took aim with her sniper. She aimed right towards Diavolo and fired. It didn't work. King Crimson erased the moment the bullet would have hit him.

Then all hell broke loose. Qrow rushed forward with Harbinger to strike at Nero but Tyrian blocked his blow. "Don't forget about me now, Branwen!" Diavolo used this chance to reach for the arrow but the slash of Nero's faux-Crocea Mors kept him back. He lashed out with King Crimson to attack Qrow, but he backstepped and allowed the fist of the Semblance crash into Tyrians face. He activated his scythe mode and let it expand before rushing into the fight.

This isn't good was all Qrow could think as the four men began to battle it out.

To be continued…

A/N: A big chapter in terms of plot. We're in the endgame now. Risotto vs Diavolo vs Qrow vs Tyrian. It's the fight for the ages boys. Who will win? Who will lose? Will Diavolo get the arrow or will Jaune regain control of his body?

You'll find out soon enough!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will leave a comment in the reviews! Doesn't matter what it is, I just love to see them!

Until next time!