He didn't know why it happened, but it happened without warning. One moment, waking up from bed, but the moment he opened his eyes, the world around himself had forever changed. The walls around his room had changed to the trunks of large trees, and the carpet floor turned to the soft grass. He looked to himself, wearing absolutely nothing. As if he hadn't even worn sleepwear that night.

"Where am I?" He said aloud, uncaring of who might have been listening. He should have been, as something responded. It responded in the sound of a low growl to his left, he jumped backwards. What he saw, made his heart fall out of his chest. Standing before him, was what resembled a demonic werewolf, with a skull-like mask over its face and glowing red eyes to complete the hellish look. He ran, he ran as fast as he could, but it wasn't nearly fast enough as the beast caught up to him in an instant. He fought with everything he had, tooth nail and all, but it hardly even phased the beast that had him in its grasp. A second later, he felt a sharp pain around his throat, and the world went dark.

Once that happened, he saw a light, a light that seemed to expel warmth and promise of good fortune. A light of hope and new beginnings, but as he reached for that light, something held him back, it was not a fighting desire to stay back. No, something literally was holding him back, like chains were wrapped around himself.

'I want to see it!' He thought, but it was no use and the chains were as metaphorical as they were physical since they still managed to pull him into a horrible abyss of darkness. A darkness that was cold, unforgiving and unrelenting, an endless pit of nothingness that had no end or beginning. The light above looked like the sun, always out of reach. It did, however, illuminate some of the abyss, and he saw it, a lone figure standing way out into the abyss.

"Who are you?" He asked quietly, once he did, the figure turned away and he felt his throat close up. He felt a searing agony around his throat and he tried to scream but fate seemed determined to not let him have that satisfaction. He felt himself be pulled backwards, through the ground of the abyss until he was completely suffocated by its grasp. An eon or so seemed to pass by, until a familiar warmth spread through his pain-filled body. His body, the body he had felt his soul leave earlier.

'Was it a dream?' He thought to himself, but as he tried to sit up he found he was incapable of loving at all. As if his legs had disappeared, he thought he felt pain, but nothing was truly there. He managed to lift his neck, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. The lower half of his body had been torn off like a piece of turkey. His blood splattered all over the ground, his intestines, not even present, it was a pretty big possibility that they had been swallowed by the beast who had clamped its Jaws around his neck. He did not dare to scream, he did not dare to make even a whisper, all he did was one thing.

'What is happening?' He thought it must have been a dream. It all felt so unreal but real at the exact same time, he rolled onto what remained of his chest and nearly screamed. This feeling was one of loss and simply indescribable pain. Slowly, he began to crawl through the dirt, using his arms that somehow still functioned properly even with his own heart exposed to the elements. His lower half was constantly burning, never repenting even for a moment's notice and would spike in intensity every time he scraped something by accident, he never screamed, as his vocal cords had been torn out as well. Soon, he found what he was looking for, a large tree that he had spotted which had a hole underneath its massive roots, large enough for him to hide under. He crawled inside and slipped into the darkness before suddenly, sleep completely overtook him.

His sleep had been a strange one, he could almost feel time passing and yet he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings like how he was in full consciousness. He felt time pass by at a faster rate, but it passed by all the same. He could feel the sun hit his skin briefly before setting as soon as it came, and the cycle kept repeating time and time again. Eventually, he regained full consciousness once again, and this time, he woke up to an incredibly pleasant surprise.

'My legs…my torso…they're back…how?' He thought to himself as he looked himself over. Something was odd though, these legs were pale, skinny and mostly hairless. He could see the colour of veins running underneath the skin, he poked his legs and found that the skin felt incredibly soft and almost thin. As if even the slightest scratch would cause detrimental damage to his newfound lower half. As he tried out his new legs, he felt the joints popping into place as they became used to the movement.

'How long have I been down here?' He wondered, before slowly pulling his new legs underneath himself and pushing slightly towards the entrance of his safe haven. Doing so caused his legs to shake slightly, and his upper half fell onto the ground in front of the entrance. Narrowly missing the roof of the roots that made up the hole in the ground. He looked outwards and cursed to himself, nothing but forest, a forest full of man-eating monsters. There didn't seem to be many trees like the one he was currently hiding under either. He couldn't stay there either, but there was a chance he could run back if something came.

'Although can I even run at all?' He thought to himself. He slowly pulled himself out from the tree and brought his legs underneath him. He pushed up and it felt like trying to lift a dumpster, his legs shook horribly under the mass of his own upper torso. He used the tree to help balance, but the mere act of standing was one of incredible difficulty.

'If that monster thought I was easy to tear apart before, then now….I'd be like ripping apart a piece of paper.' He thought to himself. He slowly began to feel everything around him, pinching himself and touching his face slowly. If he wasn't sure before, he was now.

'This isn't a fucking dream.' He thought. Slowly, he put one foot forward and instantly it collapsed in on his own weight. He fell to the ground, smacking his forehead against the dirt below. He growled to himself in frustration and anger at what just happened, before attempting to lift himself up from the ground again. That's when he heard it in the distance, howling.

"Fuck!" He yelled out loud before basically leaping back into the hole he had spent oh so long in, his breathing was rapid, and he could practically already feel the daggers that had been plunged into his neck before once again. He could almost see the outline of the werewolf within the shadows of the tree, as the sun shined down onto his legs. He was sweating profusely, and his eyes darted to every corner of his surroundings. But he laid still, still as a corpse, as to not attract unwanted attention.

He laid there for what felt like hours before something finally came by. He could hear its footsteps, each one heavy and slow. He unconsciously backed up into his safe haven as whatever was near came ever closer. Soon, he could hear its breathing, low and powerful pants that no doubt came from an equally powerful Jaw. He had an urge to close his eyes and look away but he found his eyes glued to the entrance of the haven. Where he saw a shadow slowly overtake the sunlight shining into the hole that he laid in, he heard something sniffing, before lowering its head and looking in at his naked body.

His breath hitched, as those same red eyes bore into the furthest regions of his soul and tore out any courage he might have had. A similar skull mask was plastered onto this creature's face, but its face was far larger than the last, as it barely fit into the entrance of the tree. The beast sat still for just a moment before its Jaws opened wide and it roared into the hole, spraying saliva and pieces of corpses into the hole, which covered him slightly. He recognized its general form now, even with the demonic markings and appearance, there was no doubt, this thing was a giant demonic bear.

The bear shook the whole tree as it tried to squeeze its way in, snapping its Jaws every time it pushed into the hole even slightly. He pushed back as far as he could, the beast barely being half a meter away from him now. He saw its horrible, blood-soaked Jaws. There was no doubt in his mind that it had recently killed something. The bear somehow managed to break open the entrance and it lunged forward, snapping at him with an unreal amount of force, he felt the creature's teeth scrape against the edge of his arm as it did so, severing the skin and making blood pour down from his arm.

The bear seemed to take the sign of blood as a huge success, as its eyes' red glow seemed to intensify at that moment. It kept snapping at him, despite his attempts to duck and weave out of the way from its terrible canines. That's when a loud crack filled the sky, the bear froze in place before sniffing the air harshly. Another loud crack went out and the bear quickly squeezed out of the hole. He looked out to see the bear standing up on hind legs and roaring at something in the distance before running off. Yet another crack rang out, and he heard a loud thud not even a moment later.

'Was that a gun?' He questioned, but he wouldn't get out of the tree. The fear was far too great. He heard footsteps a moment later, which were far lighter than the loud thuds he heard beforehand.

"Boy, that was one hell of an Ursa wasn't it?" He heard, his eyes widened, there were people around.

"Yeah no kidding, the Grimm are weirdly aggressive around here. I swear I saw a small pack of Beowolf earlier." Someone else agreed, this was his only chance to be saved.

"Wait! Help!" He cried out, pushing towards the entrance of the tree. He heard their guns click into place.

"What the hell? Who's there? Show yourself!" They yelled.

"I'm under this tree!" He cried out, he heard their footsteps get closer and closer before they came up to the tree. He panicked slightly as he saw their faces, their masks resembled the beasts that had been hunting him.

"Shit, are you a human? What the hell are you doing in here? With barely any clothes too." They asked. He wasn't sure what they meant by are you a human which greatly concerned him. However, they had guns and could see him, he had no choice.

"I've been stuck down here for days. That...Ursa you shot was going after me." He said, realizing something as he said that. It sounded familiar to him, the Grimm and the name Beowolf in particular, but he couldn't put his finger on it. They didn't say a word, they just looked at one another before standing up.

"...what should we do? He's a human and all...but, I mean you saw him. He's no threat to anyone. His legs look like twigs, I doubt he's a huntsman." One of them said, there was another word, the word "Huntsman" which rang another bell in his mind. Still, what he was thinking of was improbable, he had watched something like that online sure, but that was impossible. No book or fictional show could be real.

Then again, was he really a good judge of that anymore?

"This could be a good thing actually. Humans see us helping another human, we're sure to look good in some people's eyes. Don't know if Adam will like it much, but oh well." The other one said the moment he said that name everything clicked.

'I'm in Remnant...how? I was in bed...in fucking Canada….how? This shit doesn't happen….something happened to me, is it a drug? A coma? Maybe...is it supernatural?' He thought to himself.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I couldn't look my little pup in the eyes if I knowingly let a defenceless person die in the middle of aggressive Grimm territory. Still, he said he lived out here for days, how is that possible?" One of them asked. He almost laughed, he hadn't, he had died, was ripped in half, and yet still lived. It was all just hitting him now before it didn't seem real at all, it still didn't. It was becoming far harder to accept that what was happening wasn't real though. He looked up as they knelt back down to make eye contact with him.

"Alright buddy listen up, we've decided to help you so long as you follow our rules. Number one, don't talk to the higher-ups unless spoken to. Number two, don't cause any trouble for us. Number three, we're only gonna take you to our stop, no special requests or anything okay?" The gunman said he nodded his head at the rules believing they were fair enough. They nodded back and stood up.

"Alright, go back to the truck and fetch this poor bastard some clothes. There should be a spare uniform in the first truck, we'll just make sure he doesn't wear the mask to avoid confusion. I'll stay here to guard him, the poor guy seems like he can hardly even walk." One of the guards ordered the other to do, he heard the other one running off a moment later.

"Normally I would get you out, but it's probably safer for you in there than out-" The person began saying before they both heard howling in the trees.

"Shit! Get in here!" Jack yelled, worried about the man outside. He looked in and seemed to see the reasoning as he quickly slid in, Jack moved to the side so he could lie down, pointing his gun out the entrance where we could no doubt both hear the panting of Beowolf Grimm all around us. Jack heard him take a few deep breaths before anything happened. That's when Jack heard sniffing and knew that was the cue.

A Beowolf looked inside the tree and had a bullet through its skull not even a moment later. It went silent after, not even a bird could be heard chirping.

Then all hell broke loose

Beowolf of all sizes began tearing at the entrance, unknowingly making them much easier to shoot. The man lying down was popping off shots as if he was shooting fish in a barrel, as all the Grimm were straining to get inside, all just a bit too big with their bony protrusions and large demeanours. Sadly they were ripping the entrance apart, and soon they would be able to get in.

"I-I'm running out of bullets!" The man stuttered, Jack heard a louder growl than most and saw three Beowolf get thrown backwards by two massive, Grimm paws. The man protecting him skidded backwards quickly.

"Fuck, it's an alpha. I don't have the right munition for that." He said. I cursed, certainly not looking forward to being ripped in half again.

The alpha was massive, almost the same size as the Ursa who was tearing through earlier. When the bullets hit his mask, they only made dents as they bounced off. The alpha was almost all the way in when it lashed out at me, tearing into my left arm with its terrifying claws.

"Well fuck, I never did believe I would die protecting a human…heh, what are the odds?" He said, my eyes widened as the Beowolf inched ever closer. My arm burned horribly as blood dripped down from the wound and onto the dirt ground below me. They both awaited their impending doom until the Beowolf alpha yelped in pain suddenly and quickly wriggled out of the hole. They watched as the Beowolf lunged forward, only to be met with another, louder roar. They watched as the alpha Beowolf was sent flying backwards by some unknown force before multiple shots rang out. The Beowolf roared in anger and lunged forward again in a rage, all they could see was its feet. Then they saw boots getting closer before the Beowolf batted them away.

"No! Dammit!" The man with him yelled out, the Beowolf was distracted for a moment by the sound of his voice and in that instant. It yelped loudly as something pierced its body, the alpha growled before another stabbing sound was heard, and the Beowolf fell to the ground with a thud. Its lifeless eyes staring into the hole beneath the tree before disintegrating into black dust.

"Is everyone alright? Tell me, is anyone under the tree right now?" A deep voice called out.

"Yes, sir! The victim and I are both down here!" The uniformed man yelled out, he looked up as someone looked in. A large man with combed-back, black hair and a full beard. He looked at the large man's hands, black claws were scraping on the roots of the entrance.

'Ghira belladonna...this is the white fang.' He realized, although in hindsight it was pretty obvious.

"Come out, we have clothing for the victim." Ghira said. The white fang member nodded and helped him out from the hole. Ghira gave him the uniform parts which he threw on as quickly as he could while maintaining his balance due to his weak leg muscles. Still, he noticed it felt slightly easier to stand, so walking may not have been a complete impossibility anymore. He looked up as Ghira began to walk towards him, the faunus gestured for them to sit, no doubt after seeing his legs shaking slightly in the effort of standing on their own.

"Tell me, how did you end up in the center of Grimm infested forests without any supplies on hand? Something tells me it was not an intentional trip." Ghira said this was the conundrum he now faced, telling the truth was ludicrous in every possible way. Ghira would instantly lose all trust in him, and if his hunch was right, Sienna Khan and Adam Taurus were nearby as well. He wouldn't dare invoke their wrath. However, lying outright would be tricky, so he chose the next best thing.

"S-sir...I don't know. I woke up in this forest underneath that tree. I attempted to escape, but I was attacked repeatedly. Once by a Beowolf, once by an Ursa before your lot came by...I might have been drugged...I'm not sure. My lower body is so weak that I find it hard to stand often time." He admitted, and everything about that statement was completely true.

"Hmm, it's possible you came from the town two miles from here. That would be the most likely spot for something like that to happen." Ghira mused, he saw Ghira's eyes squint at the ground before looking back up at him.

"What is your name?" Ghira asked. That was tough indeed, as all names in RWBY were based on a colour of some kind. However, for some reason, he wasn't willing to throw away his birth name just to play "Remnant citizen".

"Jack, just Jack." He said, Ghira's eyes widened a little, but he said nothing.

"Well then Jack, welcome aboard the white fang cargo line. I am Ghira Belladonna, leader of the white fang. Before anything else, do you have a problem with faunus?" Ghira asked.

"No." Jack instantly answered they were just people with animal parts after all. Ghira scanned him for deception instantly but seemed to find none.

"Hmm, interesting. People around here are often more racist than most. That's good to hear at least. If you are lying, we'll find out soon I'm sure." Ghira admitted. Jack shrugged, it wasn't any concern of his, although Sienna Khan and Adam Taurus may put him on edge a bit, he was told to not speak to the superiors unless spoken to anyways. So they both stood up, Ghira a bit faster than Jack, and began walking out to the cargo line. Jack would often use the trees to help him walk, but as a few minutes passed, he was finding it increasingly easier to keep pace with the group ahead of him. Curious, he stopped and rolled up his pant leg quickly.

'What the hell?' He thought his calf had almost doubled in size from the brief moments of walking, almost to the point where it was its normal size once again. He sighed in relief, glad that he would be able to run again sooner than later. After that, he stopped using the trees to walk. Unbeknownst to Jack, the soldier who was with him had seen that.

'His leg is...looking way better already. How is that even possible?' He thought to himself, but he shrugged it off. This new passenger, Jack, would just be dropped off on the next town over. He wasn't anyone significant anyways.