Jaune opened his eyes, but all he could see was darkness. Where was he? The young man groaned until he yelped out in surprise. Something had hit the back of his head. The huntsman-in-training continued to blink his eyes, only to see nothing. He was trying to make out of anything that was in the darkness, but he knew someone was moving him while he was unconscious. The location did disturb him as a voice spoke up. "Teacher will be pleased we brought new meat to eat." A boy said, giggling in delight.

The huntsman-in-training was quick to speak out. "Hey, where am I?" He demanded. Jaune was immediately met with a painful force into his stomach.

"Silence, infidel." The very same voice said. "The teacher is here."

A voice of an older, experienced man had spoken. "Take them out of the sacks, I wish to see if these infidels will believe in the Great Worm."

The gleeful nature of his capture did little to comfort Jaune as he felt a rough hand snatch him by the foot. He tried to kick him, but to no avail as he was dragged out of his sack and out of the darkness. The teen looked around, only to find himself in a tunnel filled with candles and torches while the people surrounding him were wearing rags or worn out clothes over their bodies. "Where am I?" Jaune asked once more.

Then he noticed a tall, but aged figure walk towards him. Unlike the people displaying their savage appearance, this man was wearing blue trousers and a dirty white shirt. "You are in the heart of the Great Worm cult." He began. "We are here to seek people with… desirable traits for the Great Worm."

"The Great Worm? What is that?"

"The Great Worm is our god." The older man commented. "However, it could be yours if we talk about your conversion."

"Why should I?" Jaune wondered. "You attacked my friends and my academy just for what? To get new converts. That is wrong."

The old man glanced over to his followers. "Everyone leave. I need to be alone to convince him."

One of the savages walked up to him. "Teacher, what about the other one. The girl?"

"Leave her here as well. They both need to learn about the Great Worm."

The person nodded in acknowledgement to his master's order as he and his fellows left the boy and another with this man. Jaune looked over his shoulder, only to see the last of the savages close a gate on their way out.

"There is no use in escaping." The man said. "I made sure that wouldn't happen after that previous incident with those fools." He replied as Jaune gave his full attention on him. The stranger walked away from the two, only to bring a chair into the light. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Ivan Mikalych and I am the teacher of the Great Worm Cult. Now that I have said my name, what is yours?" He asked.

Jaune remained quiet, this man was crazy far crazier than anything he heard about the White Fang. Here, this man was trying to intimidate him into submission and now he was trying to confront him at his very best. Why was he here? What was going on?

Then Ivan scooted his seat closer to him. "Boy, I asked you what is your name?" He demanded. A pause was all that remained between the victim and his interrogator. "Fine, then let me open those lips of yours." What followed was a fist slamming into his stomach. "You think you can act so tough around me boy? Where ever you came from, forget about that. Your mother and your father isn't here to save you now that you're here in this hellhole."

The huntsman-in-training felt a warm trickle slipping down his lips. It was a long time something like this had happened, but the young man took the chance to speak. After all, it was just a name. "My name… my name is Jaune Arc." He replied.

Content with his demands, Ivan's expression changed. He was currently content with how this was going for him. "See, it wasn't so hard." The 'teacher' replied. "Now tell me young man, what is this world on the other side."

"What world?"

"The place my people took you from. I'm curious to know."

This man, this Ivan, wanted information. Why? Was he planning some sort of invasion? "Um, it's called Remnant. Why would you want to know?"

"I had just sent my followers into an anomaly, they're going to need an explanation on that other side." Ivan replied. "Now let's forget about that and get to the point. As much as my followers need sacrifices and a meal, I am here to give you a proposition, a rare one in fact. I want you to join my religion and in return I'll let you live and join our ranks."

"Join you? Your followers attacked and kidnapped us."

The old man scratched his beard. "Well, it couldn't be helped for them. It's in their nature to capture people and turn them into a meal. I wish I could have averted that, but there was no point in doing so."

"You're letting them eat people? That's evil!" Jaune shouted.

There was a terrible smile he expressed. "Evil? This is just a necessity for my followers to survive." Ivan explained. "You do not know true evil. I have." The man pointed towards his eyes to emphasis this. "I have witnessed a green lush world destroyed by the fires of weapons man has forgot to limit himself. It is why you do not see electricity in this very room or guns wielded by my followers. Humanity has committed a sin by not keeping itself in check when advancing in technology. With no one to keep them in check, it has led to me sleeping a metro cursing at the people who did not keep themselves from a single button. No, you have not seen what I have seen so do not speak to me about evil."

The huntsman-in-training stared at his captor. He was insane. His mind had moved away from reality and was insane. "You're insane." He replied. "I wouldn't join you, even if I would end up living."

"A pity, you seemed like a fine candidate." The old man replied. Then he turned his attention towards the second person in the room, whose body lay in the sack. "I can smell the perfume. Your lovely lady friend seems to be more enticing to my religion."

Jaune turned his head towards the unconscious body, only to recognized the black leggings. Enraged by the perversion Ivan was referring to, Jaune took the opportunity to raise his right leg. "Don't you dare touch her!" When his foot contacted the old man, his opponent held onto his seat as he flew across the room.

Ivan landed against the wall as his chair was splintered apart. "You fucking bitch!" He said before groaning in pain. "You'll get yours."

Although disarmed, Jaune was reminded that he still had aura. Then he noticed that his hands were tied, why hadn't he realized this was a question worth asking another time. Realizing his aura was still working, Jaune began to use it to force the rope into a breaking point. If it could handle a punch, the force of his aura should have been enough to break the rope. As he used most of his strength, the rope tensed up against his willpower. Then, he felt his arms released from its binding. His hands were now in front of him, but with the rope marks on his wrists. "Woah, I can't wait to tell this to Pyrrha."

His ears perked up when he heard a groan coming from beside him. Jaune ran over to the person as he removed the sack away from the girl's body, only to recognize the years on her head. The faunus girl wasn't moving, but he would have to wake her up.

"Velvet, are you okay?" He asked as he pushed her body. "Velvet!"

To his surprise, his captor was still able to be dangerous. "Followers, the heretics are trying to break out!"

Jaune looked back to the old man, only to still see him laying his back against the wall. Clearly the blunt force against the concrete wall did the damage, but it was not him that he should be worried about. Turning his full attention to the gated door, he watched with fear, knowing they could stop his escape as soon as possible. "Come on Velvet, wake up." The young man said with fear, hoping the faunus girl from CFVY would be awake.

Gunshots echoed outside of the root then the volume grew louder when automatic gunfire erupted. Then the cries of agonized voices were heard outside of the gate, people were dying outside. Soon after, the familiar savages shouted in the distance. "Kill bad people! Kill heretics!" Was someone trying to rescue him and Velvet?

Yet, there was more shouting, but from a more civilized voice. "Fucking sub-humans, kill them!"

"Die infidel!"

"Open fire, open fire!"

"Protect teacher, protect teacher!"

"Hans, get in here. Kill these fuckers!"

"For the Great Worm!"

"Heil Reich!"

A loud chant echoed into the prison before the battle cries erupted outside of the room with the volume of fire at its greatest. There were explosions, but the gunfire ruled the hallways. Whatever Jaune remembered about the savages, he imagined soldiers fighting tooth and nail trying to get through. However, the mention of 'Reich' and 'sub-human' did not comfort him. Where was he and who were these people?

Then there was a moment of silence, the gunfire had stopped and the killing was done. For once, Jaune was more afraid of the unknown than he was of the Grimm. Something was about to happen as he heard a pair of footsteps come closer towards the room. "Scharführer, what do we do about the wounded?" A man asked.

A reply came. "Put a bullet in this scum, we these guys averted our objective."

"Yes sir." The subordinate acknowledged before Jaune heard him relay the orders. "Alright men, let's put these animals down. Scharführer says they wasted our time."

Gunshots echoed as agonizing men and women were crying. "Teacher, teacher!" One of them cried. "The Great W-" Then a gunshot silenced him as many more echoed outside of the room.

As the footsteps arrived at the doorway, the young man found himself in the presence of an armored soldier he had never seen before. In his hands, he was carrying a mutilated version of a multi-barreled machine gun with him. It reminded him of Coco's weapon, but it wasn't. Yet, Jaune was not concerned about the weapon at all, it was the man standing before him. The armored man was masked away, but the huntsman-in-training knew he was looking straight at him. "Hey guys, I think we found some people down here. They don't look like those damn savages we killed." The stranger commented.

Jaune pushed himself to talk, knowing he might escape. "Who are you guys?" He asked innocently.

The armored soldier chuckled behind his mask. "Humans kid." He replied. "Name's Hans. I'm the leader of this band of soldiers. Say, what the hell are you doing in there, kid?"

"Um… my friend and I got kidnapped." He explained. "These people knocked me out and the guy behind me is their leader."

The man named Hans turned his gaze away from him, only to look at the groaning old man in the corner.

"He was trying to convert me into joining this cult of his."

The soldier with the machine gun nodded his head in approval. "Huh, looks like he got beaten up."

"Yeah, I did that."

For some odd reason, Jaune felt as if he was smiling down upon him. "Good for you, stay there, I'll see if I can get this door opened."

An evil chuckle escaped from Ivan's lips. "You can't open it, fool." Jaune turned around, only to see the old man smiling. "You don't know the password except me. You're not going to get these people out."

"Good thing I came here well-equipped. Don't worry you two, both of you are getting out. As for you, old man, you're coming with me."