Olivia blended into the night. She was a shadow among shadows. Although, that was a given thanks to her origins. The dark always gave her a sense of tranquility. While others feared the darkness and its ruthless creatures, she felt restful. Perhaps she was insane. No sane person would feel at home in the hazardous darkness, where the criminally depraved roamed and where creatures of unending darkness reigned.

She walked to the dorms with a duffel bag under her arm. She comes to the entrance to find a splatter of blood on the ground. Perhaps this school has a history of violence, she thought. She crouches and lightly drags one of her finger on the blood. It was fresh as half of the copious fluid was wet. She walks inside the dorm, prepared to face whoever might approach.

She remembers the room given to her by Ozpin. The same room in which Torvi resides. It was fortuitous that Olivia got into the academy as she did. From what she heard, this school had one of the most strictest conditions to attend.

That, and the fact she broke in just to talk to the man.

However, the look in Ozpin's eyes told her he was in a dire situation and when he gazed up at her, he felt he found the solution or, at least, the start of it.

*Flashback*

"Well, Olivia Junta, I am most honored that you have considered Beacon as a continuation of your studies but I'm afraid we aren't taking in new students at the moment" Said the headmaster.

Suddenly, the elevator opens, revealing Glynda Goodwitch. "Ozpin. I've just gotten word that an intruder-". Her eyes then land on Olivia standing passively by Ozpin's desk. "And it would seem that you have found said intruder"

Ozpin looked up at Olivia surprised. Beacon recently just updated their defense and security and this girl was able to slip by near perfectly. He hated to admit it, but he was impressed. He was also very suspicious. Assassination came to mind but considering how she exposed herself, that went out the door. Infiltration? Maybe but she put such a cloudy light on her that she would be monitored heavily. "Ms. Junta, please explain yourself".

"I understand you are quite guarded now that you learned I basically infiltrated your school without permission?"

"Yes. Yes I am"

She nods. "I wished to speak with you immediately. Not only do I wish to attend Beacon but I understand that you have a certain trouble child in the form of Torvi Birgerdottir"

Ozpin squeezes the bridge of his nose and sighs tiredly. "I assume you caught her name from the interwebs?". When she nods in response, he carries on by asking, "And what business do you want with her?"

"I can be... a babysitter for her. Keep her out of trouble and in return, I attend Beacon academy"

Both adults go wide eye at her. If she had seen the video, which she without a doubt did, she must understand what she is asking. Torvi may seem like a generic lunatic but she was much, much more. Ozpin knew this immensely. "Ms. Junta, Ms. Birgerdottir is no laughing matter. She is more dangerous that you think". He then remembers the fact team RWBY and JNPR are basically doing the same thing that she proposed. He trusts them more than he does this girl.

"I've dealt with her before" Olivia simply replied.

That one sentence told much more than it had intended. Both Ozpin and Glynda knew of Torvi's true origin, that she wasn't of this world and only arrived rather recently. The fact that this girl "dealt with her before" meant only one thing.

"I take it that you are from the other dimension then?"

Olivia was not so surprised he knew. If he spoken to Torvi, then no wonder he had that information. She nods. "If you are going to ask how I came to this world, all I will say is that it was all a blur. One moment, I was assisting on an escort mission and we were ambushed. I felt an arrow pierce my heart from behind and I blacked out. Now, I'm here. Younger, stronger, and stranded"

"Hold on... what do you mean 'younger'?" questioned Glynda.

"I was originally 34 in my original world but for some reason, I'm revered back into a teen" Olivia explained.

"Fascinating" Glynda muttered. Was Torvi in the same boat, she wondered.

"Regardless of your original age, what makes you think you're capable of handling Ms. Birgerdottir? She has shown to be more powerful than one would think" warned the headmaster.

"My semblance, which I simply named 'The Darkness', allows me to manipulate dark energy however I desire". Her armored hand began to emit a black energy. Her feet are then become surrounded the stuff and lacked itself to the ground. "Ms. Goodwitch, if you would be so kind to try to levitate me off the ground?"

Glynda shrugs and raises one of her hands. She activates her powers and begins trying to pry Olivia off the ground. However, the task appeared more laborious than she thought. The energy didn't budge one bit and she put in more effort but she couldn't lift the girl. She panted slightly from the strain and gave it one last attempt. She growls as the girl remained fixed to the floor but she was able to cause cracks to appear on the floor from all her efforts.

Once again, Ozpin became impressed. Goodwitch's semblance is one of the most effective and powerful semblances out there and this young woman was able to resist her. "Very impressive Ms. Junta. None could walk away and say they withstood Ms. Goodwitch's semblance" To that, Glynda huffed and crossed her arms.

"That is not all I can do" the girl states. She focuses again, her hands pulsing with darkness, and two large hands erupt from the ground beside her. " I can also make constructs out of darkness". She relaxes and constructs and restraints dissipate into the air. "Now do you see why I should be the one to watch over this girl? I highly doubt anyone other than Ms. Goodwitch here can truly hold her back".

Ozpin studies the girl. With Torvi, he felt like he can read her like an open book. Easily readable and easy to understand. Olivia, however, didn't wear her emotions on her sleeves and so, was difficult to get a read of her. Putting aside her trespassing, can she really be trusted? She already presents a huge security risk to the school and he already had Torvi to deal with.

Or, more specifically, Hella.

Torvi. Whatever is happening within that girl, he sadly had no power over. Especially now that she was threatening him and all he has built. Hella, the girl he spoke to, seems to hold Torvi in the lowest regards and desires to wipe her off the face of the world. He could only hope that Torvi finds the strength to hold her back because she is only barrier from letting her roam free. But then a new question arises: can she hold off Hella? And if she couldn't beat her, who will? Team RWBY and team JNPR? He has his all his faith placed in them to help Torvi but should Hella take over, are they strong enough to hold someone with hulkish levels of strength and the brains of criminal?

As much as he wanted to heavily question Olivia, it was clear that she held the potential to hold back Hella before she got to Salem and while she's at it, hold Torvi back as well.

With his mind made up, he stands and offers his hand. "Your powers are impressive and I look forward to seeing you grow even further Olivia Junta".

The girl politely shakes the headmaster's hand. "Rest assured headmaster. Torvi Birgerdottir will be under my steady gaze"

*Flashback Ends*

Afterward, Ozpin and Olivia went over the paperwork for Olivia's admission. He then granted her the key to her shared room with Torvi. She then goes on her way to settle in.

She walks down the corridor and as she walked closer to her room, the louder the chatter she was hearing became. She narrows her eyes in suspicion. She rounds a corner to find the girl she was meant to look over with a bleeding head laying down near a wall while four unknown girls surrounded her and argued among each other next to her room

"Remind me again why we couldn't go to nurse's office?" Weiss asked.

"They're too far and they're closed Weiss. Ruby, keep at it with the compress" said Blake

"Has anyone seen her keys?" Ruby questioned as she continued pressing her discarded shirt against Torvi's head. Though it embarrassed her to be without her shirt, showing off her bra-covered chest, Torvi's needs came first.

"I think she forgot them" answered the black-haired girl again.

"I am not even surprised she forgot something so essential" the white-haired girl exclaimed.

"You forgot your keys this morning Weiss" deadpanned Yang. The heiress blushes in embarrassment at being called out

Before the conversation could continue, black tendril-like appendages shoot from the ground and grasp their necks, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off their breathing. They are all dragged to stern face of Olivia. "Answer me honestly or you all will be punished. Did you hurt this girl?"

"W-Who are you?" choked out Ruby.

"Her new roommate" she answer simply. "Answer: did you or did you not hurt this girl?"

While they were surprised to hear that Torvi got a roommate, they all shook their head no.

"We're her friends" said Ruby. "She... well, she kinda did this herself really" she nervously chuckled.

Olivia had trouble believing this but let the girls down regardless. It might not be so far-fetched to assume she hurt herself now that Olivia gave it some thought.

Yang coughed a few times before stomping over to the new girl. "You could've killed us!"

Olivia's neutral expression did not even change as the angry blonde got up into her face. She crosses her arms and says, "Nonsense. With the amount of squeezing power I was putting, it was enough to restrain you but not enough to even nick your aura"

"Wait," Ruby light up. "You got a key right?"

"Yes. I also have medical supplies in my bag"

"That's great! Now, please hurry. She kinda bleeding a lot"

Olivia does not reply and opens the door with her newly-acquired key. Before any of the girls could do anything else, Torvi is lifted up by dark tendrils and moved into the room. "All of us have school in the morning. Get some sleep. I will handle this problem child" Olivia turns to Ruby with her bloody top in hand. "I will have this clean by tomorrow night". She slams the dorm room door closed, leaving team RWBY to themselves.

The girls stood in quietness, surprised at the new girl's actions. "Damn. She's pretty cold" Yang comments. She lightly touches her neck, still feeling the touch of her dark energy. "She kinda like you Weiss-cream" She then chuckles.

"There are no similarities between me and that girl" Weiss scoffs.

"She can't just take responsibility of Torvi like that!" Ruby protested. She didn't like that some stranger was suddenly taking care of her mentally-unstable friend. What if Torvi needed them? What if she needed to talk to them? "Hey! Let us in!". Ruby banged on the door but considering that it was night time, she lightly hammered the door. "We're her friends! We deserve to-!"

The door crack open by a little bit and Torvi looks up and squeaks in fear. Behind the door was Olivia, staring down at her, unamused and looking ready gut her. "Go. To. Sleep. Now" she said slowly. The door closes once again, with Ruby shaking in her metaphorical boots.

Blake sighs, tired from the night's events. "Look, for now, lets just trust that this girl knows what she's doing". She looks to Ruby sitting by Torvi's door with her legs huddled to her chest. "I'm sure she'll be fine Ruby. We all know Torvi's tougher than a sidewalk".

Even though she was trying to comfort Ruby, her mind, as well as Yang and Weiss, were all thinking the same thing: what happened? From what Ruby hastily said about what happened, from the head-banging to Torvi apologizing, her only thought was that Tovi had multiple personality disorder. It was the only logical explanation as to why she was acting so different the previous day. Yet, that answer didn't seem so right for some reason.

Yang gently pulls Ruby up and lead her to their room. Weiss and Blake follow behind but Blake looks back at Torvi's door. Just when they had a handle on who Torvi was, something comes out of left field and fucks up all that they know.

Hours later...

Torvi groans as she awakes. She rolls on her side to look at the time on her scroll and sees that she had a couple hours before school started. She sighs, anticipating what the days ahead would have in store for her.

She remembered everything up until she was about to feast on that pitiful mugger's corpse until she blacked out. She awoke during lunch time and was surprised when she saw she was looking outside like a window in her own mind. The craziest part of it was that she had no body or voice. But she knew she was there.

The person who controlled her physical body did everything opposite to her. She ate with those silver utensils. She washed her hands, sat up straight, and excused herself after burping. Hell, even her speak was perfect. She yelled and demanded that this usurper give her back her body but she was left ignored or unheard and by her lonesome.

Lonesome?

The voices! where were they? They usually occupied the space she was in but said space was silent. Eerily silent. It was so silent, it drove her mad. She couldn't bare the silence and screamed out for any help. Hell, she would've been content with any contact from her voices, helpful or not.

But none came. The only thing she could do was watch out her own eyes like a T.V. She was surprised and angry at the stranger who was controlling her body and wanted nothing more than to put them into submission. She only got the strength to when she witnessed team RWBY get tossed around like dolls. Her anger and strength only swelled more when she saw that Hella, the stranger, blackmailed Ozpin. She and him had a less than steady relationship, sure, but forcing him to pay up just to keep Hella's silence on these relics and maidens was such a cowardly thing to do.

She didn't know who or what she was talking about. Maidens? Relics? Ozma? Salem? They were all just names and things to her but from the look in Ozpin's eyes told her they were more important than his life. Whatever they're talking about, they sure are important.

She couldn't stand it anymore and made her move. Before Hella entered the dorm, she used all the strength she could muster along with her anger and she broke some sort of barrier that was keeping her trapped. She clearly took Hella surprised as Torvi forced Hella back into her mind but she felt the fox of a woman trying to reclaim control.

She made an impulsive action, but she had to keep Hella contained. So she decided to hurt herself to keep her out. By bringing the both of them into a small coma, she caged Hella back in her mind.

At least, that was the plan.

She suddenly felt eyes looking at her and she turns to the other side and sees the last person she would ever see; the black prior that "killed" her. She was younger looking and dressed in black pajamas, but her scar and face gave away who she was.

Olivia expected her to start attacking her or, at the very least, demand an explanation. What came out of Torvi mouth took she slightly off guard.

"How long were you staring at me?" Torvi questioned. She was surprised at her speech. Apparently, Hella's stay took away her pauses and stutters.

"... For an hour" she confessed.

"Creep" Torvi mutters. Reality sets in and she yells as she leaps out of bed. She enters a battle stance and growls menacingly at the tall girl.

Said tall girl remained composed as she held up her hands in surrender and stood up. Now this was the reaction she was expecting. "Calm yourself shaman. I am not here to hurt you"

"Oh yeah? Then what are you here for?"

"For school"

Torvi's stance becomes less hostile and more bewildered. "Heh?"

"For school," Olivia repeated. "It just so happens you are here as well"

"Wait. How are you here?" Tovi demands. She relaxes somewhat but still keeps her distance.

Olivia just shrugs. "I am still asking that question myself. All I know is that I died and woke up in the middle of broken down slum in the middle of a city called Mantle"

"What is your name?" Torvi then asks.

"My full name is Olivia Junta. I do not need you to introduce yourself as we have already met and I have learned your name from the internet"

She did not know why but Torvi felt like there was more to her story than she was letting on. She shrugs mentally. She'll figure it out later.

Suddenly, she twitches. Her eyes turn gray and her back goes straight.

"And this is why you are an idiot"

She twitches again, her eyes going back to blue. "Hella" she growls. "I thought I beat you!"

"Oh please honey. It'll take a lot more than head banging to cage me back inside your filthy mind"

"My voices... what did you do?!"she demanded.

To Olivia, the scene was entertaining as it was confusing. She clearly saw the alternating eyes, and heard the differing types of voices from the shaman. She choose to keep quiet as she watched the "two" argue.

"Simple: I subjugated them"

"What in hel does that mean?!"

"I put them under my control. They fuel me and my power now" Hella states.

"You bitch" Torvi growls. She clutches her hands in anger that she could kill this bitch and be done with it. "Release them now! They are not animals to be used! They are my companions! My voices!"

"Torvi," Olivia called. "What is going on? Explain"

Torvi them pokes her head rapidly. "There is other girl in my mind, an evil girl who is trying to take control of my body!"

Olivia nods, understanding the situation. It would seem that other than Torvi, she had an evil personality within Torvi she also needed to look out for. No matter, she thought. All in all, she was still facing the same girl. Only difference being was that one personality had a little...

Well, actually, much more smarts than Torvi.

Torvi twitches once again. Hella looks Olivia up and down before their eyes meet. She closes her eyes for a moment, concentrating, until they open back up and Hella smirks at her. "Well, isn't this an interesting development"

Olivia frowns and she glares at the shaman. "What are you concocting?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all" She denies. She waves her hand dismissively at her. "I'm just honestly amazed". She begins to change into her and Torvi's school uniform.

" And why is that?"

She does not respond immediately, whistling as she changes. Only until she starts putting on her stocking does she speak again. "I mean, why would I not? I'm only rooming with the daughter of darkness after all"

Olivia deathly narrows her eyes at her. If looks could kill, Hella would be six feet under by now. How she was able to gain that information should not have been possible.

Hella then began doing her make up. "I think I'll just settle for a little" she mutters, opting to just go for some eye shadow and red lipstick. Just as she was putting on the lipstick, she twitches, getting red lipstick on her cheek, and Torvi returns.

"The hell?" and she attempts to throw away the tube away before Hella returns.

"Do not throw that away! That cost me about 2, 000 lien to buy!" She yells.

"We look pretty without make up! Waste of time to just put random stuff on face and doll up hair only to wash it away later.

She twitches again. "Oh, and you think putting your hair in braids and a ponytail is any better? By the way, screw you for that. You kept that hair style for a FULL YEAR without ever upbraiding. Do you realize how fucked up my hair is now?"

"Your hair?" Torvi laughed. "My hair is fine. Don't like it? Well, you can always roll over and die?" she suggested.

"You do realize that if our body dies, we both die right?" Hella deadpanned.

"I was referring to you and you know it!" Torvi yelled, annyoed.

"Just let me put on my make up!"

"No! I want breakfast!"

"We'll eat after I make me look beautiful!"

"I'm already beautiful!"

"Enough!" Olivia interrupted. She slammed her fist on top of Torvi's head, dazing the two girls within. "You both are only wasting time"

"She started it!" Torvi yelled.

"You were the one being difficult! Not me, I just wanted to presentable but noooooo... you just had to mess with too-"

"I said enough!". Olivia slams her hand again on Torvi. Olivia sighs, irritated. It was like looking over arguing children. "Hella, just put that eye shadow on quickly or Torvi will get fussy and Torvi, let her work or we waste breakfast time"

Both the girls grumble, displeased. "By the way, you haven't even changed"

"I know that" Olivia looked over at the uniform laid out on her bed. The general shape and colors gave a sense of neatness and elegance. But... the skirt...

Hella noticed that Olviia had not moved at all and was just standing there like a tree. She turns to her confused and said, "The hell's wrong with you?"

Olivia spun back to face her, her face showing a deep blush on her pale white skin. "N-Nothing wrong! Everything is as right as rain" she said defensively, crossing her arms.

Looking at the uniform and back at her, Hella quickly deduced what was happening here. She smirks, "I see. You're not used to girly stuff like skirts. That's rich!"

The black prior's blush deepens. "Just get back to your make up"

Hella laughs as she returns back to her task. Olivia turns and head to her bed to prepare. "Besides, if anything, I am appalled at the lack of decency this world present. Skirt are supposed to be long, flowing, and the epitome of beauty but these? These clearly lack those aspects and I am disappointed in how the moral standing this world has been taken. I mean, look at their length! They should be knee-level at least" she ranted.

"Sure, sure Olivia" Hella chuckled. "Still have to wear it though. It's required"

Olivia slightly winces at the word "required". She takes a deep breath, composes herself and starts to change.

This school year just got a lot more interesting.