A shed by a cottage. It was the makeshift workshop of Johnny Swift, who was looking over his old projects before going back to the house he called home. After looking over his stuff and writing down some ideas that could improve his current time in Beacon, he finally went home, bringing his bag of the belongings he'd need for the break. The first thing he did when in the house was head for his room, it was ritual whenever he came home, and everyone understood and respected it in a way. He entered his room and placed his stuff down, picking up a picture frame from his bedside table. It showed a family of five, but not of the family he was with now, but a photo of his old family, the one he came from before. A mother, a father, and three kids, two of them twins, all of them with golden eyes except for the mother. An older sister with black and slightly curled hair, one who always looks out for her siblings, and promised they always would, a younger sister with shorter hair indicative of her age, it was bright blonde with a few streaks of black in it, a combination of the mother and father's hair colours, she wanted to play with people's weapons a lot, just like the younger sister he had now, but she was for more reserved. Then there was the boy, the younger sister's twin was by far the most energetic of the bunch, being interested in fighting from a young age, not just the thrill of the fight or hurting other people, but fighting as an art form, something to entertain people as well as fend off the endless horde that was the Grimm, he never quite understood why people would hurt others in a world such as theirs, there were clearly bigger issues to focus on. He started fostering a hatred towards people who would hurt others for their own gain, one which quickly burnt out as soon as he saw things from their perspective, often getting lost in the woods and having to fend for himself, sometimes stealing from local camps to live another day and get home. These trips worried the family, but his parents were never around enough to be able to do anything, and his older sister was busy training far too often, his twin was the only one who could even try and curb the behaviour, but when she did try, she was outclassed by an already far stronger brother at four years old. Little did the boy know he would lose everything less than a year later, his family missing, his life flipped on its head, and no one to turn to. The only things he had were his older sister's sword and the family photo. That boy was Johnny Swift. He was in the village, he lost his family, he lost everything. He put the photo back down on his bedside table and picked up the old but well maintained sword, before placing it down and whispering to himself, "I promised I'd find you, but it's getting harder and harder to stay focussed sis. I don't know what to do, I'd give up but I could never let myself do that, and finding leads has been impossible, I wish you could know that. I want to believe you're still alive, but I can't even remember your name, so there's no way to tell and… I'm sorry, I'm rambling again, I swear I'm gonna find you, even if it kills me,"

"Still planning on finding them?" a voice came from the door,

"Yeah, it's the only real way I will find closure," Johnny responded,

"You can't always chain yourself to your past, it won't lead anywhere good,"

"That sounds like something Summer would say,"

"It's true, though. You're gonna get yourself killed one of these days,"

"You don't get it, I can't just abandon family, I need to find them,"

"You have a family here kiddo, you barely even knew them,"

"That doesn't matter! I'm not your kid! I never was, I was taken in because I had nowhere else to stay, I was never adopted! You just gave me a place to stay! If you really thought of me as a son why not do any of the paperwork, sign some adoption forms!?"

"I wasn't allowed to Johnny! I tried! Someone wanted you to stay connected to your original family and I couldn't do a damn thing! So stop acting like I don't care and use your head, you're nineteen!"

"What? You mean something was preventing you from officially taking me into your family, and it's related to my old one? Then we need to find them! We need to know why that's the case, why they're so important!"

"Fine, I guess I shouldn't have even tried to convince you to give it up, but at least you aren't saying you'll do it completely alone anymore. Is there anything I can do to help right now?"

Johnny picked up the picture and tossed it to the man, "well Dad, you could start by helping me figure out who my parents were,"

"That one's easy, Richard and Nero went to Beacon with me, they were on a different team but we often worked in tandem. All I know now is that Richie died and Nero's missing,"

"It's something, thanks."

AN: Here we go, volume 3 is here! The Vytal festival, the fair, and a conspiracy coming to a head. There will be not one person unaffected by the end, people will die, people will just arrive, and the world will be turned on its head. This is just a prologue to get the ball rolling.