Prologue

A bullhead is passing through the skies. A trail of smoke from its failing engines. Those that are aboard try to land with a small chance of survival. They find a potential landing zone within a nearby valley. But the last engine explodes forcing a crash landing onto them. Within seconds they crash through the rock and stones of the valley walls. Till it finally stopped in a cavern within the valley walls.

It was unclear if anyone survived the crash. Night and day pass at a rapid pace with no signs of change for the wreck. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months till finally something happens. The Valley is now dark and rainy, with Grimm soaring through the skies. The door of the bullhead popped open, and a figure started to emerge from the wreck.

The figure cautiously climbs out the vehicle, armed with a familiar rifle to ward off any foes nearby. The figure is revealed to be a huntress. They exit out of the wreck then to equip a mask to shield her face and raise her hood over her head for the rain. She steps with caution till she hears the screeches of Nevermores. She dodges the Nevermore's sweep avoiding their gaze while keeping her mind focused and clear. She avoids them and hides, till then she sees the inbound threat coming to her location.

A cell of Reapers patrolling the valley, armed with War Scythes, Spears and long swords. One Faunus among them stops to sniff the air. Then it barks apparently as a threat to would-be attackers. It barks with determined ferocity before continuing on. The Huntress stays in the shadows until their patrol leaves, and then, sees a crow cawing for her. She examines the strange but familiar bird looming above the wrecked .

Staring down at her it raises its left wing. Apparently pointing in the direction of the patrol's origins. The huntress ponders in thought of what to do. Follow the reapers or find their point of origin. The crow flies in the direction it seemed to have suggested. Taking its advice, the red cloaked huntress charges down the valley. With Crescent Rose in hand she's ready to face the threat that now lies in her path.