Before you ask, no; The Red Sunset is not based off of any particular restaurant.

Storm and Faye stepped into the restaurant The Red Sunset, and were a lot warmer after. The Red Sunset was a restaurant that his family had occasionally gone to. It was nice, though definitely not fancy. The best part was it was warm, so on cold November days like this it was an especially good place.

Storm was extremely nervous though. He was worried about how this might go badly—if he said the wrong thing, or did something else wrong. Of if they'd run into someone who might ruin the whole evening. He hoped this would all go well.

Faye seemed to like it. "This is nice," she said.

"I thought you might like it," he replied. He pulled his hood down, and got him and Faye a table. When they got menus, Faye took out a pair of reading glasses, and put them on. He'd forgotten she was farsighted. After ordering, Faye looked like she wanted to ask Storm something. "What is it?" he asked.

Faye hesitated and said, "I have been wondering who exactly Patricia is."

He grinned. "Well, Patricia is an old friend of mine from Sanctum. We thought we'd be on a team together when we went to Haven—her, Rayne, Pyrrha, and me."

Faye's eyes grew wide. "Pyrrha Nikos?" He nodded. "You knew Pyrrha Nikos?"

"I long time ago, yes."

"Well, what happened? I have not seen Patricia or Nikos at Haven."

He sighed. "Patricia decided she didn't want to be a Huntress anymore, and I don't know why Pyrrha went to Beacon. We didn't talk much after she became famous, but I guess it was because she wanted a fresh start."

"So she was just a friend?"

"Yep, through thick and thin." He realized he was staring at the table, and looked back up at Faye. "What about you? What sort of friends did you have?"

"Well, there was—and still is—Lorna. You have met her." He nodded. "Then there was Kit, who I do not want to talk about."

"Understood," he said.

"And Talon, another sensitive subject."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Is there anything that's not a sensitive subject?"

"My father makes gameplay videos on the internet, and my mother's a librarian."

His eyes widened. "Really? What site?"

"UsPlay, I think." A common site to be posting let's plays. He in fact followed some people on that site.

He was curious now if he'd heard of her father. "What's his username?"

"BirdofPrey14 I believe." He had heard of him!

"Huh. I watched his gameplay of Six Shifts of Terror."

She nodded. "After that he got a lot less sleep for a while, I think." So that's why the next video was of a more low key game; his screams were not fake. "But anyway, enough about my father. Let us talk about other things."

One the bus ride back to the docks, Storm was tired. The two of them talked a lot, and while it had been a bit of a walk to the bus stop, he had no idea why he was so tired. He started to doze off a little.

He snapped up, looking around. He had dozed off, but that wasn't the most surprising thing. Faye was resting on his shoulder.

He gulped hard. He had no idea what to do. While Faye was probably as tired as he was, he had no idea why Faye would decide to do that. It seemed out of character for her. But he wouldn't wake her; that didn't seem right.

He looked outside the window. Night had fallen, and it wasn't even that late. The days were definitely getting shorter.

The view outside was interesting though. Through the darkness there was some light sprinkling, which caught the orange light from streetlamps, giving a clear view of the rain. Along the road, cars were everywhere, as it was around rush hour, and their headlights' reflected onto tiny drops of water on the window, making them glow brightly. It was a sight the likes of which he hadn't seen in so long, what with him being at Haven, and while it could be considered mundane to some, he sometimes yearned for the mundane.

His life was an interesting one. He knew people from almost all walks of life, from Faye—a woman who came from a poor family—to a noble like Crystal, and even foreigners such as Rusti and Cirocco. He'd fought Grimm and a few White Fang in the battle of Beacon. All in all, college was turning out to be more interesting than he thought it would.

There was a pothole or something in the road, and the bus shook. While it wasn't much, it was enough to wake Faye up. For a moment it seemed to that she was about to go back to sleep, then she snapped up and looked a little concerned. "I…" she started to say, but didn't find the words.

"I didn't want to wake you," Storm said. He hoped she would believe him. If she didn't, then this would be really bad.

"I understand. I just think that… maybe I…" She couldn't find the words.

"Your hood's slipping off." She quickly grabbed her hood and pulled it back up.

He didn't know why she was so worried about whether her hood was up or not. She'd kept it up almost all throughout dinner, and only lowered it when she was sure no one was within line of sight except Storm. Even on the bus she was worried about someone seeing her feathers. He could guess that she didn't want anyone to know she was a Faunus. "Do you think anyone saw?" she asked.

"I don't know." She was very nervous about this. "I doubt anyone would really care one way or the other. I mean, it's not like someone would make a scene on this bus."

"Excuse me?" Storm and Faye looked to the aisle and saw a man standing up. He was tall, muscular, and wore a long dark coat. "I couldn't help but notice a certain something about your heritage."

Faye looked scared, but Storm was angry. "Good grief, I thought we'd moved beyond this sort of thing. Can't humanity just move on from this? If you're an evolutionist, then evolve."

"Now, now, I was talking about a shared heritage." He took off his right glove, and showed his hand to them. He had claws on each one of his fingers. He was a Faunus! "So, Uncle Adam didn't think I could handle this?"

"What are you talking about?" Faye asked.

"Ah, I get it. No talking about our errand. Well I can do this, and I don't need any of your help," the man said as he put his gloves back on. Storm had a theory on what he was talking about, though he didn't want to go accusing this man of anything.

He walked over to a seat near the front, and sat down. Storm was pretty sure that no one had been sitting there before though. That's when he realized that his theory very well could be true.

He turned to Faye and whispered, "I think he's White Fang."

Faye turned to him questioningly. "How do you know?"

He had trouble explained himself like this, but he tried to do his best. "The way he talked, how he thought you had an association with someone you'd never heard of. His "errand" could very well be a mission."

Faye glanced at the man and turned back to Storm. "What do you think his mission is?"

He ran through possibilities as the bus driver announced that they were coming up on the next stop—the ferry docks. He had numerous theories, but none of them seemed any better than the others. He then remembered that they didn't need to theorize. "Faye, there's a semblance that can allow you to read people's minds. Can you mimic it?"

"I do not know. What other details do you have on it?"

"I don't know." Crystal had told him about it from one of the people she'd fought. She hadn't provided him with a lot of details though, and he couldn't just assume. "I really don't know."

As the man stood up from his seat, he walked to the very front. The driver glanced back and said, "Sir, stay behind the line." The man walked right next to him. "Get back behind the line or I'm gonna have to stop the bus."

Then the man raised a pistol and shot the driver in the head.