The dying summer air bit at her neck as she stood over the street. Valean nights were always loud near the Industrial District, probably from the constant partying and raving clubs. People in Vale usually tried getting away from the troubles of the world, either through intoxication or illegal hallucinogenic dust that shall not be named. 'At least it kept grimm away' was probably there motto too.

She looked down at the street beneath her, eyes flicking around to see if anyone was lingering around. After nodding her head, she stepped up and took one step forward. Right over the edge she went. As the rush of adrenaline filled her veins, she activated her semblance and drifted down to the ground.

Sliding on her boots, she landed on the street and gazed up at the nightclub in front of her. The windows were completely blacked out, and the light of the streetlights didn't affect it one bit. She slowly approached the front doors before opening one up. Inside, it looked nearly abandoned. Perfect. The walls were torn and aged, looking out of place compared to the fancy double doors across the room. Place could use some work. She thought, frowning at the flickering dull lights. Making her way to the fancy doors, she opened them up and was hit in the face by obnoxious coloring and a foul odor. Splashes of bright red, white, and… somehow, a bright black dotted the walls.

So this is it, who would've guessed that guy was right. She walked in and closed the doors quickly. Blasting music could be heard through the walls, and she intended on finding the source. Strolling ahead, she made her way through the hallway before seeing a man in a black suit, hat, and glasses adorning a red tie.

He noticed her coming and crossed his arms. "Identification, or you're not gettin' in." He said gruffly. She looked taken aback and smiled right after.

"You mean I have to show ID for an illegal underground club?"

"Sorry ma'am, but those are the rules." He shrugged, keeping his eyes focused on hers. She nodded slowly and got close to him. He scowled and cautiously leaned away from her.

"Well, maybe we can change those rules with a visit to the bed?" She asked as she placed a finger on his chest delicately. It slid down as he examined her face. The deed was harder with the large black cloak over her head. Her face looked soft, but much, much too young. Oh gods…

"A-Are you even old enough to be here?" He asked as he tried stepping back. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Haven't you heard? Age is just a number." Her grip got tighter, "But, I do have business with your boss. So if you value your life as a lowlife bouncer, then I suggest you let me through." She let go and watched him stagger back. He faltered, dusted off his suit, fixed his (totally-not-a-clip-on) tie, and slowly opened the doors behind him.

"Let me tell the boss, and I'll let you know when to come in." He said before disappearing into the club. She could see the faint sight of red strobe lights through the door as he left. Her feet bounced as she waited, crossing her arms behind herself and humming. The door opened a minute later, and he walked over to the side and held the door open.

"He's waiting at the bar, but don't keep him too long." She nodded with a smile, winking at him as she passed. Her ears caught the faint sound of "Juniors fuckin' kids" as the door closed. The entire club was laid in front of her now. It was pretty large, nearly too large for the building it inhabited.

Strobe lights flashed a multitude of reds, whites, yellows, and black across the dance floor. It was packed too, a whole crowd blasting away with the music and drinking like no tomorrow. She would've joined them, too, but she had business to take care of. Shame. She mentally sighed.

Walking down the stairs, she caught sight of more Junior lackeys, playing poker at a round table in the corner. Her eyes wandered to a long bar set near the dance floor and she caught sight of the man-in-charge. It would be hard not to, seeing as he was nearly 7 feet tall and built like a Ursa.

She came up to his side and sat up on one of the stools. The barkeep came up to her and asked what she wanted. "Do you have Beowulf Kings? I want two of them."

The bartender nodded, gazing at her for too long before going to another person sitting at the bar. Junior finally took notice of her and grunted.

"So, you're the girl my guys were talkin' about?" He looked her up and down with caution.

"Yep, kinda glad I'm well known around here. I thought fame couldn't take any longer." She fanned her hand at herself with a tired expression.

"Don't play with me. I know what you came here for. The only thing people looking for me come for is either my boys, or information." He leaned closer as his lips set into a hard line. "So, which is it?"

"Information. I'm looking for the White Fang." Her words made Junior's face twist into surprise. He looked at her like she was crazy. At the very least looking for death.

"The White Fang? Miss I don't think you want to jumble up with that mess!" He whispered loudly. "Besides, you don't even look faunus… no offence."

"Ha! None taken… but I have to find the White Fang. Someway or another." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few cards of lien, each blue in color. Handing it to him, she raised an eyebrow with a frown. "And I have the money to get what I want."

Junior took the cards and counted them, his lips twisting into a small smile as he pocketed the money. "Alright, just remember, you didn't hear this from me. The White Fang are holding a recruitment rally downtown, in some abandoned warehouse by the waterfront. Apparently, it's gonna be pretty large, and even the leader's supposed to make a speech or something."

"And where is the warehouse?"

"Like I said, near the waterfront, probably in the abandoned area. Just look around the Dead Zone and you'll probably find some of them." She nodded as her drinks finally arrived. After making a comment on how long it took, she drank from one like a bull finding water after a week.

"And now, I get to ask a question. Why are you looking for a bunch of terrorists? Last time I checked, they're blowing up buildings and trains, not taking in street urchins."

The girl froze and glared at him, "You sayin' I don't have family?!" He looked taken aback. That's what set her off?

"No! I'm saying that 'cause you look young. Seriously, how old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Shut your mouth." She growled as her grip on her drink left thin cracks running up it. Junior stepped a foot back, "Alright! I'm gone… nice doing business with ya'." He walked away while she stared holes into his head.

She finished her drink and began with the other as the bartender walked up with a concerned look. "Hey, you should take those lightly, miss. One time my cousin chugged down just one and nearly lost his eyesight."

"Is that supposed to be funny?" She asked, her eyes half closed and strained towards him.

"Just be careful with the drinks. You don't look like one who can hold-"

"I can hold my drink juuussstch fine!" She slurred, before finishing the other drink right in front of him. Her eyes had a look of defiance, and she slammed the glass down on the bar. "There… how's that for can't holds my drink!"

"I think I'm right. How about you take a break and go work out that alcohol from your system."

"How about I work your… I'm goin' now. Screw this." She slowly walked away from the bar, throwing a couple of pale blue lien behind her back at the bartender. "There, for the drinks."

She slowly made her way out, catching herself on a couple of stumbles here and there. After going out through the front doors of the building, she pulled out her scroll. She clicked it open and scrolled through her contacts.

Finally, her wavering eyes saw Cinder's name, and she clicked open a messaging chat. She slowly typed into the small keyboard before sending it and pocketing her scroll. Hopefully, it wasn't too poorly written. Especially when the letters looked like little tiny blurs to her.

"Therrre! Now I jus' gotta get back to Bacon before they worry about me!" She smiled faintly at the mental image of her team. Her legs caught on the sidewalk a few times, but slowly and… hardly surely, she made her way to the Air Bus depot. Hope they take passengers around this time… hehe, maybe they're partyin' too!

A giggle escaped her lips before a faint scream reached her ears. Her face completely dropped. Turning her wobbly head to the source, she made her way to a nearby alley and saw it. Two men stood over another older guy, deep red blood dripped off of the old man's chin onto the concrete.

"Damn, you had all this cash just sittin' on you? What were you trying to buy, a car?" The robber, as she now realized, smiled while flipping through orange and blue lien. A smile crept on her face as she reached into her black cloak and pulled out a short handle, looking more like a black club. A blood red blade was stuck through the middle, the top of it peaking through the metal of the "club".

"Hey, wait a minute. Ain't this-"

The men never noticed her standing near the end of the alleyway. Until a flash and a gunshot came from the entrance. Both men jumped in shock and a loud thump rebounded off of the alley walls.

"W-What the hell!?" One of the men cried, trying to grab something in his pocket. That " something " turned out to be a small pistol with black and white engravings on it. The barrel had a sharp blade near the end, glistening from the moonlight.

He yelped quietly when a sharp blade landed against his throat. The only reason he was alive was his aura holding it back. A fist landed against his side, making him double over. Then he was thrown over someone's shoulder and slammed onto the ground.

The old bleeding man watched in astonishment as a person with a black hood and cloak easily took down the men robbing him. A red bladed scythe in their hands, they pinned one of the men on the ground.

"What's goin' on here?" Their words came out more loose and dull. The man under them looked over their shoulder and shook his head. The old guy realized it was a woman, judging by their voice.

"Get the hell off me! Agrh!" He choked as the back of the blade pushed against his neck. The girl opened her mouth but an arm wrapped around her neck and pulled her off. The role reversal made her scream and grab his arm, trying to pry it away. She lifted her arm and slammed her elbow into his side.

He tried holding on, but after enough hits he let go in pain. She turned and slashed him over the arm. "Damn bitch!" He screamed as he ran forward and tackled her. The other guy dodged the two falling on the ground with a roll.

"Got you asshole!" She yelled with a cruel laugh as the end of her scythe stabbed into the robber's back. The guy gasped as his aura broke and the scythe dug deep into his side. It left a gaping hole in his back, exposing the tissue and muscle underneath.

A foot kicked her hand, making her strengthen her grip on the scythe. If I let go I'm dead! She yelled mentally while biting her lip. Why the hell did I drink before this?! These guys should be easy!

She yanked the scythe to the side and raised it, the other guy's foot getting caught on the curved weapon. She cut his heel and pushed the other off of her. He was gasping for air as she stood up and spat on the ground. The other guy was quick to lean up and aim his pistol at her. Before he could shoot, she was already swinging at him.

The scythe hit his arm on the side, making him drop his gun and cry out a horrendous scream. His aura broke as it ripped through his arm, split his hand, and threw blood across the ground. The skin tore like paper as she ran it across before ripping it out at the hand. With his arm mangled and his life on the brink of death, he tried one last effort to get away. Get anywhere far away from the attacker.

She never let it happen as she swung the weapon down onto his head, hooking it in his forehead. The other robber was halfway to the exit of the alley when she began approaching him. "Hey, you got my money?"

He cowered and tried crawling faster, but was stopped by her foot landing on his wounded back. It barely avoided any blood, just inches from the hole left by her scythe. "Jeesh… you guys suck. Where's the money?"

He looked back, shaking and pale. "Pleash… don't kill me." A line of blood came trailing down his mouth as he pleaded. She sighed and put the end of the scythe against the back of his neck, pushing against his skin. It lightly hooked around it, making him gasp for air and nearly cry.

"C'mon… I wanna get out here. Where's the cash." She slurred again, and he slowly pointed back at the other man lying dead in the alley. "Oh… okay." Her tone conveyed only boredom, and that scared him the most. How did this person, this stupid fucking girl, take down him and Jae both? A glance back made him look in horror as she lifted the scythe above him.

The old man looked on in shock at his… savior? Seeing her brutally murder these men made him want to puke in anxiety. In all of his years, this was by far the worst thing he's ever seen. He placed a hand on his heart and looked towards the ground. His eyes wanted nothing to do with the bloodshed that painted the alleyway red. Yes, they robbed him, but jail time was better than a… he couldn't even think of the last part.

The murderous girl looted the dead man casually, as if she's done it a thousand times. She looked through his pockets before finding what she was searching for. Lifting her hand to inspect something, it turned out to be the stolen lien. She ran a finger across the top of the cards, smiling as the numbers kept rising higher and higher.

"Ya' really did have a'lotta money." She said while glancing over to him. Her smile left as she looked back at the dead men. "I'm gein' sloppy. Hey… how about you don't tell anyone you saw thi'sh and I take this money?"

"H-Have it! It's yours!" The old man said fearfully, waving a hand towards her. She nodded and tucked it underneath her cloak, in some unseen pocket.

"Thanks big guy!" She said at the top of her lungs, stumbling away and avoiding the blood trails on the red concrete. The old guy slowly stood up and slumped against the wall, taking out his scroll and dialing the police.

The moon rose above the tall walls and roofs of the alleyway, splitting the dark, light, and red around him.

Fear and Dread were feelings both Cinder knew, and feared. Her eyes widened when she saw Grimm surround her. She tried using her semblance, but the familiar tug and will of her ability was gone.

A Grimm jumped, its shadowy figure nearly mixing in with the bleeding black behind it. It's ethereal jaws widened with the intent to kill, but a clawed hand grabbed its face. A screeching rang out as the Grimm's head was crushed. She smirked.

The arm returned to her and she examined it. Her smirk disappeared. The arm was choking her. She couldn't control herself as she fell to her knees. "W-What is this! Where am I?!" It felt like someone had taken over her own body.

A voice similar to hers screamed. She was watching what was happening from a mirror, staring at herself. Her body wore rags and a cleaning uniform, and her eyes were heavy with purple bags. Across the mirror was herself, wearing a black uniform with a burnt poncho over one arm. She could see the Grimm arm from earlier hanging from under it.

She stared into her remaining eye and froze. "Who… what are you?" Her hand reached out in confusion. It hit an invisible wall, her fingers stretching against it.

She stared back in shock, placing a hand on the mirror glass. It was her Grimm arm; the claws scratched the glass and sent ripples across like water. She placed a hand on the same spot, rubbing her hand across the glass like it was some fascinating treasure.

"You… you're not me. Who are you!? Why do you look like me?!"

The Grimm arm pushed harder. She stepped back in fear, grabbing at her neck. The glass broke.

She shot up in an instant. Her breaths came with gasps, and she soon calmed down enough to properly get air. Her body was shaking from a cold she couldn't feel. It continued, growing and stopping at points.

Her arms hugged her shoulders as she bit her lip, letting her nails dig into her skin. She sat in bed in the same position for a few minutes, blankly staring at the wall unmoving. Mind racked from the nightmare; she felt like a statue. What was that? Why do I keep seeing myself? And that arm…

She rubbed her head tiredly and yawned unwillingly. The shaking stopped thankfully and she decided to push away the thoughts. Her sleepiness reminded her of the real world, and she got up from the rose colored bed. Time to start living.

The apartment she got wasn't the fanciest in Vale's popular skylines, but it was good enough to make any idiot gasp in awe and think they were with the one percent of the world. Of course Cinder knew better than to think of something so foolish. Even if she could be considered a part of the one percent with her little kingdom of crime. Although crime was a harsh word for 'small acts against society'.

It was also placed tall enough to get a nice view over Vale, giving her eyes on the entire residential district. And Ozpin's glowing tower that stood proud miles away. That one thing that ruined the view for her. It made her stomach curl in disgust. She looked away. It was getting hard to even look at it every day. Just standing as a reminder of the blind arrogance in the world. Eventually she just got rid of it from her head and stood up.

As she freshened herself up, two knocks came from the door. A short stroll and she asked, "Who's there?" While leaning into the doorframe with her shoulder. Her hands lit up with her semblance in preparation. Two more knocks came from the door before she heard a sigh loud enough to reach her ears.

"Cinder, it's me Emerald. Are you gonna do this every time?" And a knock after that made Cinder calm down and open the door with a swipe of a holo-screen. She began walking away from the door as Emerald walked in with a bored look and took her shoes off. She wouldn't have in any other place, but it was Cinder's rules. Because people from Mistral had to be that

"So, uh, how've you been?" Emerald asked as she looked at Cinder. "Better." Was the reply she got.

"Oh… alright." Emerald knew Cinder wasn't much into greetings like such, but at least she tried.

"Why did you come? Do you have news for me?" Cinder asked while looking back. Emerald faltered at the assumption. Even if it was right.

"Y-Yeah, Ruby thinks she found out where the White Fang leader will be. Apparently they're gonna be at some event in the Industrial District."

Cinder smiled in satisfaction, "Good, tell her that she's done a good job. And she should expect her compensation for the job soon. And yes, tell her that she's still working with us and it doesn't mean we're letting her go." She nearly gave an eye roll, but kept it as just a mental image for herself.

"Yes, ma'am." Emerald bowed slightly with her arms straight at her sides. Cinder turned on her heel and shook her head. In a rare moment, she seemed to relax and become more... casual. "Please, drop the formalities. It's just us two."

Emerald stood up straight awkwardly, not expecting Cinder to say that. "Oh, uh, okay." She walked over to Cinder and looked out the window, being hypnotized by the bustling city. Cinder kept her own eyes diverted away from it. "Have any problems come up recently?"

"No… more of the same. Some of the men want higher wages for all the cargo they're moving, but that's it."

"And has Roman done anything about it?"

"Y'know, I asked but he was an ass about it." Emerald shrugged and sat down, letting herself fall into the soft cushion underneath. Cinder crossed her arms and sat down on a chair opposite of Emerald, and smiled mirthlessly.

"Roman tends to be rash like that." Cinder turned her eyes to the side in thought. A memory flashed in her head, and she frowned weakly. "He'll stop eventually."

"Hope so, he acts like a total dick. Those bastards that give you a good job, then leave you for dead kind of dick."

Cinder nodded slowly and said, "Yes, but all of them are just pawns for what truly happens." She ran a finger across her choker before sighing. "Enough about them, how have you been?"

Emerald leaned to the side a bit and laid a hand on her cheek. "Good, I guess. Don't… take this the wrong way, but are you okay?"

Cinder straightened up in her chair slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're acting weird. Usually, you just talk about business and orders, no offence."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Cinder said while rolling her shoulder. "But I'm simply curious. We all have souls, and you are my successor after all." Emerald hung her head low and crossed her arms. She leaned back into her chair more.

"I know… but I'm having doubts I'll be able to hold the title." She shook her head in mild disbelief. Her eyes roamed down to the floor, getting caught in the flooding red of the carpet.

"I'm surprised you weren't already in a position of power. You have the greatest potential out of anyone I've met. That's not something to overlook."

"Yes, well, nobody wants to take in some kid on streets usually," Emerald's hands curled into fists. "All they ever care about is themselves… but, I guess I'm wrong after meeting you." Her hands loosened up and she gave a small smile to the crime empress in front of her.

Cinder stood and walked over to a small area of the room for the kitchen. She opened a cabinet as Emerald continued. "Ever since we've met, life's been… way better than it has in years. I've got a home, food, and…"

She stopped when Cinder placed a dark glass of something- "Here, you don't mind wine, do you?" ...Wine on the table and sat back down. She had her own glass and rolled it in her palm, the scarlet liquid in it rolling along with her hand.

"Thanks… but I don't really drink." Emerald let the glass go untouched as she looked away from it. Her body seemed to move away from the small velvet red drink.

"Of course, now please continue." Cinder rolled a hand and sipped from her glass. Honestly, she didn't know Emerald shied away from alcohol. But then again, Emerald never got near any to begin with.

"Right… um, where did I-Oh right. Yeah, I've never really had any good places besides an alleyway and cheap apartments. But look at this place, it's amazing! I feel like I'm in the one percent or something." Emerald looked around the apartment room with a gleeful look in her ruby red eyes. Cinder felt a drop of sweat roll off her face and took a sip. She awkwardly nodded. Yep… one percent…

"Yes, the apartment is very… nice," Cinder coughed into her hand and silently cleared her throat. "But we'll be living in some place much more useful than here."

"I hope so, I'm tired of getting looked down on by all those rich bastards on their diamond thrones!" She raised her head quickly when she heard Cinder snort and laugh. Let me say this again… she snorted with laughter. Emerald raised an eyebrow at the display of Cinder herself giving off a genuine laugh .

A blush crept on Emerald's face as she smiled, hiding it by giving a fake cough. Cinder drank another sip of wine and said, "We'll get them soon. Along with Ozpin and his lackeys."

"Let's hope. That old man probably can't even lift his-" Emerald stopped talking when the buzzing of a scroll began on an end table nearby. Cinder placed down her glass and excused herself. She walked over to the scroll. Picking it up, she answered the call and asked, "Hello?"

Emerald watched Cinder throughout the call, glancing at her drink when Cinder looked over at her. Then instantly became worried when Cinder began raising her voice at the scroll. Her hands curled around the arms of the chair as she tried stopping the shaking in her body.

Eventually Cinder closed the call, tossed the scroll on the bed, and sat back down with a hand on her forehead. Emerald stood up and slowly walked to her side, and raised a hand near her shoulder. "Is… everything alright?"

As the hand approached, Cinder took notice and slapped it away. "Don't touch me!" She ordered while glaring up at Emerald with her fiery yellow eyes. A flame burned inside them, and Emerald backed away with a emotionless face. A depth of fear hid in her eyes still,

"Yes ma'am!" Emerald bowed slightly and closed her eyes, her arms straight at her sides. Cinder kept her glare on Emerald before slowly calming down and frowning. She sighed and raised a hand, "Emerald, I need you to go to an address and deal with the man in charge there."

"Yes ma'am, what's the address?" Cinder stood up and passed Emerald. She picked up her scroll off the bed and tapped at it, writing something. A short buzz in one of Emerald's back pockets made her take out the scroll and read the latest message.

"There, I sent you the address. Be done with it quickly, I may need you for meeting the White Fang Leader."

Emerald nodded and hid the solemn look on her face with a flat business one. She walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind her, sending Cinder one last glance before it shut indefinitely.

The woman left in the room breathed in a shaky hiss and put a hand over her eyes. Her mind raced back to anything but the thought of her, trying to clear her mind with a new set of problems. Eventually she calmed down enough to gain her bearings, dust herself off, wipe away a tear, and take one last drink of the scarlet liquid in her glass.

The dreary room she was in just fit so, so perfectly didn't it?

The grey walls gave everything a greyscale look. And her white helmet and generally colorless uniform just added to it. All that was around her was just an emotionless grey. It made her want to cry; it was tormenting her in her already weak state.

But everything changed when she looked down at the helmet's red Grimm-like markings. They were a blistering red, but fit the white so well. Symbolism was strong when it came to their masks and helmets. Some had different markings to symbolize their role. Some exaggerated a Faunus' features. But the ones on her helmet represented something she didn't deserve... didn't want. Someone else deserved it.

Her fingers grazed the lines before moving up towards the helmet's horns. They linger on the ends of them before a short but loud knock comes from the door. Her head shot up just a little too fast and made her dizzy, but nevertheless she met the covered "eyes" of her new lieutenant.

"You need to get ready for your speech." He said in his usual deep, monotone of a voice. His back leaned against the wall and he crossed his arms. She could tell he was staring at her through his helmet critically, like always.

"I've practiced enough." She said sharply, taking her eyes off of him and instead glaring down at her helmet. A low snort came from the lieutenant as he shook his head. "Practice doesn't make perfect until you actually do it."

Her eyes snapped to him instantly, "Why are you here?"

"Just checking on our general, that's all." He raised a hand and waved it as if he was trying to calm a wild animal. It only served to annoy her more.

"Well, I'm fine." She replied and rubbed at the heavy bags under her eyes. Even makeup failed to hide just how dark they were.

"I disagree. You've been real quiet about what you plan for us to do. Even to the High Leader. Not to mention, you're plans in Beacon have some of the others worried." Each listing made her amber eyes narrow harder and harder.

"It isn't your problem. It isn't a problem. And you need to leave now." Her teeth gritted together as she glared at him, barely keeping her dark scowl at bay. He stayed still for a few seconds before sighing, "Yes general, by your wishes." He headed for the door, but paused and turned his head.

"You might just lose support from Khan if you continue to act this way, Belladonna." And with that, he left her alone. The door closed behind him, and she was wrapped with silence. Her eyes lingered on the ear-blistering metallic menace called a "door" and eventually fell onto her helmet's horns once again.

An ache in her throat tightened, making her eyebrows furrow together. Her fingers landed on the beginnings of the horns and stayed. They tightened and pushed down on them, unbeknownst to her. She was so caught up in her mind that she failed to even notice the squeeze she had on the helmet. Then the left horn cracked.

A startled gasp left her lips as she instantly took her fingers from the helmet. No… no! She stood up quickly and looked around the room. Her eyes shot from shelf to cabinet to drawers. In a rush, she was searching through them, trying to find something to help. Nothing held anything to fix the crack. Her knees felt weak, weak enough to make her fall back into her chair with a pitiful drop.

She lifted a hand to her head, sweeping her pitch black hair to the side. The aching in her throat threatened to escape, to the point she almost felt tears. Just… nothing could help her.

She wanted to feel angry, frustrated. Anything but was what she got. Confusion, hurt, sadness, and a yearning. All of it sat in her like a whirlwind she couldn't even see. Throwing her left and right and everywhere else. But she tried to feel the buried anger forgotten in that whirlwind...

She really needed to stab something. Her head turned to the right. Gambol Shroud rested just barely next to her. She picked up the Tanto part of the weapon, barely missing the thicker part of the sheath. Her hand glided to its handle, but it stopped right after. Shivering racked her body before ending abruptly.

The sheath dropped into her lap and her hands grabbed her helmet again. The tears that have been building up their grand entrance till now finally fell. She held the helmet close to her chest, one hand on top and the other on the side.

"Why'd you g-go? Why d-did you leave me behind?"

The helmet didn't answer her.

Notes

This...

This is the end of our journey, I'm afraid... BECAUSE I ONLY FINISHED THREE CHAPTERS?!

I was surprised too, because the kind comments you guys have left makes me want to continue. But my interest for the show has died, like crumbled away and stuff. It's strange because my interest surges in the winter when new seasons come out and stuff, like Volume 7 and 8. So I don't know, I do plan to return to this fic, but I'll need to redo the outline and such when I find the time. I'm knee deep in other fics and I have one long-fic that's my baby and I can't stop obsessing over it lmao. But for now, this will be my parting words. I might update these notes right here to tell you guys any progress, so make sure to check these once in a while to see if anything's done!