This time I didn't wake up to anything, though I had been doing my pre-sleep stretches. A knock on my door followed by a couple of seconds of silence. I had been expecting this, considering the stunt I had pulled earlier that day. For once not putting on my vest, I still slipped my P7M13 into my left pocket. Both I and the gun were ambidextrous so might as well draw with a hand you wouldn't normally expect. Otherwise, I walked to the door with just my clothes and my concealed pistol. Opening my door somewhat, I see a tall, white-haired man with fancy clothes and a cane. Next to him is a blonde woman also with nice clothes and a weird purple cape thing.

"Can I help you?" I ask, keeping my left side behind the door. "Yes, we recently noticed you lived out here and wondered why someone would." The man says, mostly monotone and deadpan. 'This guy must be fun on Poker Night.'

"Well, it's my house... And it's here… Not anywhere else…" I say slowly. I had no idea how to respond. 'Oh you know, I did live in a nice neighborhood but then my house teleported to a place where young people fight monsters and shit.' Yeah, find me in an asylum the next day.

"I see… Do you know where you are?" The man continues. Yeah, it seems either way I'm screwed... Fuck it. Honest Abe, don't fail me now.

"Nope." Nailed it

"Do you know what you stumbled into earlier today?" My hand began to wrap around my P7. 'Was I in the wrong place at the wrong time?'.

"No." I flinched when he shuffled his feet a little.

"That was the initiation children take to get into my school, Beacon Academy." He says.

"Cool. I've never been a fan of the 'good-hearted children fight big monsters' trope, but I know why it exists." The blonde woman got a look on her face when I said this.

"I assure you, this is no trope." She spits out the word like it was a direct insult at her. "They go to Beacon to learn how to become hunters and huntresses."

"My brother's a hunter. He can make a fine denizen steak, let me tell you. Practically melts in your mouth." And now her brow is twitching. I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't. But it's fun.

"We have footage of you trailing two students, as well as taking down a nevermore single-handed. The former while wearing armor and a large amount of gear, the latter using a single gun without reloading." The man says matter-of-factly

"Why do you care?" 'Shit, didn't know they were being watched that closely.'

"I want a partnership between us." 'Wait, what?'

"A partnership? You know nothing about me and you immediately want to partner with me?" The lady was as skeptical as I was considering the side-eye she was giving the man.

"Despite the harm you could have brought to the children, you decided to stay hidden and then save one. And considering how you only fired when the nevermore was flying, then after the children left. I would hazard a guess you were very careful at not catching one of them in your crossfire." He pulled up a video of the clearing and that red and black girl. From the angle you can see the Nevermore prepare for an attack then in the distance you can make out some muzzle flashes. The nevermore crashes, the kids leave, then there's me walking up to the thing and putting it down for good.

"I'm not putting 'once shot a kid because I didn't practice gun safety' in my records."

"That's another reason we are here as well. There are no records of you. As far as everyone but us and a couple of the children has no idea you even exist." So I really am completely out of my world. Sure, I know more guns than people. But I was still pretty popular. Small town gun nut and all that.

"Well, I'm not sure what to tell you. All my guns are registered and legal. Can't do that without existing."

"Yes, but where did you get them registered, hmm?" Okay, now he's getting on my nerves.

"America. Where I was born and raised." Yeah, but now I'll probably die wherever 'here' is.

"Then you come from quite far. There is not a single map in this world that will have an 'America' on it." Well, that settles it. Completely new world.

"Sounds like a 'you' problem," I swear, I almost saw a smirk on his damn face.

"Quite the contrary. You have no records, none of your guns are registered here, and you have no permit to have a house here." We can get you the first two, but the last one isn't a smart choice any way you put it."

"Fuck me… Wait, are you trying to bribe me into doing something I want?"

"Would you rather me bribe you into something you don't?"

"No, but getting everything legalized by just joining you seems too easy. What would you have me do?"

"Simply use your skill for us. We can set you up with a Huntsman license and then we would hire you for several types of jobs."

"Such as?"

"Defending villages, attacking nests of Grimm, and most other jobs that would require someone heavily armed and skilled in combat."

"And I'm guessing I'm getting paid for each job completed?"

"Indeed. And if you do decide to take up this offer, we would pay you for taking out the Nevermore earlier to get you started."

'Clever bastard, baiting me with immediate satisfaction.'

Certainly knows how to get someone to work for him. A nice paycheck would be great though. Ammo, parts, and guns themselves don't normally come free. Food and housing that's not in a monster-infested forest would certainly be nice, too. Plus I really wanna see how they do guns in this place. Might have to see how well our armories mesh, plus being able to freeze shit would be cool.

-Ozpin-

Ozpin could feel it all coming together when the person grabbed the form through the door. While they had been paranoid. What with never fully opening the door and almost certainly being armed. Flipping of paper sounded from inside the house. A house that was made for a different area. Unlike any architecture Ozpin had seen, it also wasn't nearly as defensible as the paranoid person inside would probably want it. Considering the scratches on the outside of the door though, it was already known.

A couple of minutes passed till the sound of something being moved from behind the door, it swings open fully.

"I'll work for you, but I'll need some help moving." The form was returned, all the requisites filled.

"You will not regret this."

"You won't, we'll see about me."

'This will be a long employment' Thought Ozpin.