"Well then. What would you like to know?"
"You, for a start." Jaune retorted quickly, a bit more bite in his tone than he intended. "Are you actually called Lie Ren? Is your favourite colour actually pink? Do you actually have a girlfriend?"
"You have a girlfriend!" Juniper gasped, turning to Ren and pinching his cheeks "Oh, I'm so proud! Who's the lucky lady? Does she treat you right? Do I need to have a word with her?"
"Yes, my name is Lie Ren and my favourite colour is pink-no that does not make me gay." Ren began, giving Jaune a dry look that made him flush as he remembered his initial reaction to finding out Ren's favourite colour when they were young. "Yes, I have a girlfriend, yes, she treats me right and no, you do not need to have a word with her but thank you for offering. Also please let go of my cheeks."
"Oh I will." Juniper said, turning around and stomping over to Jaune with a stern look. "Don't think I missed that look he gave you Jaune! I thought I raised you better than to be judgemental of other people's personal choices."
"You also raised me to be honest." Jaune retorted, annoyed he was getting flack for something dumb he'd said as a kid, as if no one else had ever done such a thing. "Do as I say not as I do?"
"Jaune..." Nicholas warned, as Juniper stepped away looking like she had been slapped in the face. He felt a confusing mix of anger and guilt that did not in anyway calm as Ren stepped forward.
"I really am your friend Jaune." Ren said, looking sincere. But how could Jaune actually trust him? How could he actually trust any of them? "I haven't lied about that, or anything technically. I told you I thought whatever it was that was haunting your house may be supernatural, and whenever we talked about that stuff I've hinted at believing it."
"That is dangerous and you know it." Juniper scolded, finding her voice. "If he knows then-"
"-Supernaturals are drawn to him." Ren interrupted. "But he didn't know and he still ran into the supernatural. Not only that, an undetermined number of his family members are supernatural. He was always in danger of finding out somehow, at least I was trying to prepare him for the possibility of that happening."
"That martial art stuff you taught me in high school." Jaune blinked, remembering those times when Ren had seemed like some stereotypical martial artist enthusiast. "Those clubs you tried getting me to join. They were all fighting and stuff. You wanted me to be able to defend myself."
"And we let you sign up to those clubs for the same reason." Nicholas stepped in, shooting a fierce glare at Ren as he wrapped an arm over his wife's shoulder comfortingly which Jaune had thought was just a phase. "You don't have the right to tell us what we should or should not have done. We did what we thought was best, that was all."
"That's commendable, but the fact of the matter is you could have chosen better." Ren replied easily, and Jaune found himself surprised at how easily he stood up to them, usually being the one most likely to defer to authority. "I've always been your friend Jaune, though if you want me to leave you alone for a while after tonight I will understand. Is that your roommate?"
"Yes." Jaune nodded, turning to Blake and smiling genuinely, encouraging her to step forward. "This is Blake. Blake, this is...my best friend, Ren."
"Greetings." Ren nodded, holding out his hand. Blake eyed it nervously, and Jaune nudged her gently with his elbow. She gave him a look, seemingly asking for permission or seeking knowledge on whether it was safe to take the proffered hand. Jaune nodded and she finally took Ren's hand, shaking it lightly.
"Greetings." She returned. "You have nice hair."
"Thank you, and likewise." Ren replied, seemingly the slightly odd comment for someone to make the first time meeting someone new. "I take it you are a similar species to Mrs Arc?"
"The same." Blake said, before frowning suspiciously and glancing over at Jaune's parents with a conflicted look. "Or I might be. They say so, but they also lie."
"It was for-!" Nicholas sighed heavily, and Juniper rubbed his arm before stepping out of his grasp, looking utterly tired and defeated.
"We just wanted Jaune to have a chance at normalcy." She said quietly. "If we told him he wouldn't have had a choice at all. I've heard stories...I've seen the aftermath of humans interacting with Supernaturals. What happened-What might have happened tonight has happened before. If Jaune hadn't met Blake, it wouldn't have occurred at all."
"The Circle isn't so sure about that." Ren replied, before looking down guiltily. "I'm sorry if I came off too harshly, but I can understand your reasoning. I would want my own children to at least have an option, a choice. Many who find out about the Supernatural do not have that."
"Did you?" Jaune asked, unable to hide his worry. Ren smiled slightly.
"I did, fortunately." Ren answered, face falling slightly. "Others haven't."
"Nora?" Jaune wondered, earning confused looks from Blake and his parents. "Your girlfriend?"
"She knew by choice, though it wasn't much of one." Ren answered cryptically. "Pyrrha didn't."
"At least it was someone deserving of a rude awakening then." His mother grumbled darkly, and Ren shot her a fierce look.
"I appreciate you not commenting on circumstances you are unaware of." Ren said, speaking with cutting politeness. Jaune saw his father step forward, likely to defend his mother, and he could practically see the situation rapidly spiralling.
"What is the Circle?" Blake blurted out, and she seemed to freeze as everyone turned to her. "You talked about being part of it, and since you are Jaune's friend I trust you, so it can't be bad. But Mrs Arc made it seem like it was evil. What is it?"
"I'd like to know too." Jaune said, taking Blake's hand and squeezing it in thanks for steering the conversation to less rocky waters. "It seems shady from you've said and implied so far."
"It is definitely shady." Ren sighed, tapping his gun. It was an assault rifle of some kind, but it looked like nothing Jaune had ever seen before. "But it has good cause to be. If too many humans know about the supernatural...it'll be the equivalent to throwing chum into shark infested waters. Everyone would be in danger, and the more feral supernatural would have a field day feasting on confused, unsuspecting humans."
"It would also lead to humans attacking anyone suspicious or supernatural." Nicholas said darkly, hand tightening against Juniper's shoulder. Jaune felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of a mob trying to kill his mother. "We're a supernatural bunch, so for every supernatural killed it would be safe to say a at least two innocent albeit weird humans may be killed."
"Plus the Supernaturals being killed would be 'safe' ones." Ren added, nodding at Nicholas. "They tend to have integrated into human society and live their lives as normally as they can. In the event of conflict they would be forced to side with ferals- those who act little better than wild animals."
"So it would suck a lot, so this Circle organisation tries to keep things quiet?" Jaune guessed, earning a nod from Ren. "What does it do then?"
"Murder." Juniper interrupted. "It murders Supernaturals that don't conform to its beliefs."
"Those beliefs being don't kill the innocent and cause trouble." Ren bit back. "And it doesn't just kill. It can detain, though in the worst cases it does use lethal force."
"Were the Rose's one of those 'worst cases' or did they just get in your way." Juniper said in a challenging tone. "They hated the Circle, they never would have signed up to your organisation willingly."
"They did when they realised the propaganda against isn't all the truth. Will you please just let me explain everything to Jaune and Blake so they can at least hear both sides of the story?" Ren sighed, and Juniper nodded reluctantly before stepping back and slumping against Nicholas tiredly. "Look, back in the medieval days the Circle was formed by a break away group from the Inquisition. They knew of the existence of the Supernatural and sought to extinguish it- utterly. There was a war, fought in the shadows, and it was bloody. Half of histories recorded disasters, famines and regional mass extinction events were consequences of this war. Villages would be wiped out, communities destroyed and entire Supernatural species were made extinct."
"But things changed, somehow." Jaune interrupted numbly, struggling to process what was being said. A brutal war fought to wipe out an entire species and people just hadn't known about it? It was a lot to take in, especially since it seemed to suggest there was more than met the eye to disasters like Mountain Glenn.
"It did." Ren nodded. "After a while things were stalemated. The Supernaturals were on their last legs but the Circle couldn't push any further due to their own losses. Then the Great War happened, weakening both sides further and turning the conflict from a brutal war in the shadows to a brutal war in the shadows fought at an industrial scale. Weapons, bombs, gas and planes changed everything. It became easier to kill, and kill quickly, and the losses grew and grew and grew on both sides. When the Great War ended, so did the one between the Circle and the Supernatural. Both sides were tired of fighting, and the reality of modern war sobered both sides enough that even the war hawks agreed to negotiate some sort of treaty. This treaty made peace between the Circle, and by extension Humanity, and the Supernatural, as well as laying the ground rules for continued peace."
"The Silence Accords." Juniper said quietly, and Jaune turned to his mother, seeing her looking pale and more tired than he had ever seen her before. He felt a rush of guilt and worry, and not even his anger could temper his concern for her. She was still his mother, even if she had lied to him, though the fact it was a lie of omission made it a little bit easier to swallow.
"The Silence Accords." Ren replied, giving her an almost calculating look. "Who informed you of them?"
"Agent Branwen." Juniper snarled, uttering the name as if it was a curse, a blight of the worst magnitude, and Jaune found him taken aback by the utter loathing he heard in his mother's tone.
"Ah." Ren said, looking downcast. "I'm sorry for whoever you lost."
"My friend." Juniper hissed. "My sister in all but blood. That's who I lost thanks to him."
Her eyes, normally a deep blue, seemed to turn inky and dark like the abyss at the bottom of the ocean. Jaune's head spun, his chest tightening and every fibre of his body screaming with a primal instinct to survive by fleeing.
Blake squeezed his hand, grounding him in the present and in reality. His mother calmed down, his father's arms around her as he said something quietly in her ear, and she looked ashamed as she looked at Jaune and saw his fear.
"Jaune..." She choked out. "Sweetie I didn't mean to scare you. I...I just..."
"Branwen was a loose cannon who adhered to the rules strictly for the sole purpose of being allowed to torture Supernaturals who broke the Accords." Ren said, and Jaune found himself blinking at the calm way he uttered the words. "I'm not surprised she stole someone from you. If it is any consolation, she was killed a few years ago. The Circle wrote it off as a lucky rogue pack of ferals, but truthfully it was an alliance of a number of disaffected Supernaturals. Branwen died slowly, and no one mourned her. Not even her daughter."
"Good." Juniper said, unflinching as she faced Ren. "I only wish I was there to add to her suffering."
"That wouldn't have been hard for you to do, considering what you are." Ren replied, turning back to Jaune. "Should I continue?"
"I...I..." Jaune turned to his mother, before turning back to Blake and smiling sheepishly as he let go of her hand. She nodded and stepped away, watching as he made his way over to his mom and hugging her gently, scared he might startle her or hurt her. She wrapped her own arms around him, hugging him tightly, and Jaune startled when she realised she had added her tentacles to the mix as well, truly smothering him in a bear hug only mothers were capable of. "Will you be okay?"
Juniper nodded against him, sniffling slightly, and she pulled away from him after kissing his cheek.
"You should hear him out. He's more reasonable than Branwen." Juniper said, eyes turning hard again and glistening with tears. "The only reason I'm alive today is because Branwen had a partner who was actually sane."
"Summer Rose." Ren said, and Jaune blinked.
"I thought you said she would never join up to the Circle?" He asked his mom, unable to hide the suspicion that bled into his tone.
"She quit after what happened. Branwen had kept her in the dark for her worst excesses." Juniper sneered, before calming down again. "I don't understand why she would sign up again. She promised she wouldn't."
"Things are changing." Ren said darkly. "After the war and the signing of the Accords, the Circle went from a genocidal organisation to one that enforced the Accords, on both sides. It protects Supernaturals who adhere to the law and to the Accords from Humans who would unwittingly break it or those that would willingly do so. It also acted as a mediator between the Supernatural races, for example between the Schnee Vampire Clan and the Rose Wolfpack, amongst others. We managed to build some semblance of credibility amongst the Supernatural as the years went by, though that has always been hampered by the war before as well as due to the actions of rogue agents like Branwen."
"What does that have to do with Mrs Rose joining your Circle organisation again?"
"Because things are starting to brew in the shadows." Ren replied with surprising honesty, the look of worry and frustration on his face showing just how concerned he felt. "Not every Supernatural is content with the status quo, and there are a growing number of rogue humans who know of the Supernatural and hunt them down, a group calling themselves the Hunters. If things keep escalating it could mean a second war between Humanity and the Supernatural, one that would be all the more worse thanks to the new technology that has been developed over the years that have made killing more efficient."
"Better a quick death than a long one." Juniper remarked coldly, and Jaune couldn't help but wonder just what she had seen. "You want to recruit Jaune."
"I do." Ren nodded, and Jaune blinked. "He knows about the Supernatural now, and he could use the protection offered by the Circle. Not to mention it would be beneficial for him to learn more about the Supernatural and how to defend himself from people like the Schnee."
"I can protect him myself." Juniper retorted, crossing her arms firmly. "As can his sisters. We've done so all his life, and we always will. He doesn't need to become a mindless drone following the orders of small men with big egos unworthy of his loyalty."
"I can protect him too." Blake added, and Jaune found himself smiling at her earnestness as she stepped forward into the spotlight. She had been quiet so far, unsure what to do around so many people, but the genuineness and solemnity with which she said the words made him relax for the first time that night.
"I don't doubt that, but the fact remains neither of you can be around Jaune every hour of every day and for some reason he's in the sights of the Schnee." Ren shook his head. "If you think this was an opportunistic attack then you are naïve. Weiss Schnee in particular likes to stalk her prey and even infiltrate their lives as a friend before turning on them and devouring them. She is a sadist and a megalomaniac, which shouldn't come as a surprise since she's Schnee."
"Sounds like you don't like them." Jaune said cautiously, though he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of Weiss stalking him for weeks or months whilst he obliviously continued his life unawares of her presence.
"I don't, they killed my mother after all." Ren replied with a surprising lack of emotion considering what he'd just said.
"I...I thought it was-"
"A car crash? We couldn't exactly say she was mauled by vampires could we?" Ren said, before turning to Juniper and shooting her a cold look. "You don't like the Circle. That's understandable considering what Branwen did. But not all of us are like that, just like not every Supernatural stalks, kidnaps, tortures then kills innocent mothers to get at their family. The Circle can help Jaune. It can help your family too. Just like it's helping the Roses."
"I...I'm sorry for your loss." Juniper said, looking away guiltily. "And I don't mean to come across as overly hostile towards you. You're a sweet boy Ren, and you've always been there for my son. But I cannot trust that organisation too good. Not after all the evil they've done."
"That's fair, but just don't hurt Jaune by pushing him away from something that can genuinely help him because of your own dislike." Ren replied, exhaling slightly and relaxing back into his usually neutral look. "For what it's worth, I'm also truly sorry for what happened to your friend."
"I think we could all use a break." Nicholas said quietly. "This has been a lot for all of us, for Jaune and Blake especially. They're new to all this. They need time to process what they've learnt and ask any questions that need asking."
"I agree." Ren nodded, giving Jaune a look. "I need to check on Pyrrha to make sure her patrol went well. She's been gone a while now. I'll be back in a bit."
Ren left the room, leaving Jaune to stand next to Blake and look at his parents awkwardly. He didn't really know what to say or to do, especially since he was still reeling from everything he'd learned and he wasn't entirely sure he'd forgiven them yet.
"Ask." Juniper said quietly, her voice little more than a whisper. Jaune blinked and saw her staring at Blake, who shuffled guiltily. "I know you want to. It's okay."
"W-What..." Blake trailed off, her hand reaching out and snatching his hand and holding it tightly. Jaune gave her a reassuring look and squeezed it gently, wanting to give her some of the comfort she had given him, and she seemed to swallow her nerves. "What did Branwen do?"
Nicholas swore and left the room, and Jaune heard him stomp out of the house, the door slamming behind him. Blake trembled, looking down with shame overrunning her features, and Jaune stepped forward and pulled her into a one armed hug.
"You haven't done anything wrong sweetie." Juniper said, smiling a weak, watery smile. "Nicky just doesn't like to hear what happened. He feels like he let me down, that he should have stopped it. I think he was more scared of the thought of it possibly happening to me if it wasn't for Summer."
"What happened?" Jaune found himself asking, a tense worry curling in his stomach. Juniper sighed explosively, looking old for the first time in Jaune's life with dark rings under her eyes from crying and her skin paler than a ghost.
"My friend, Kali." Juniper began. "She was like me, like you Blake. She found someone she loved, like I found my Nicky, and we became friends after stumbling across one another on holiday in Menagerie. Her...Her husband died, he was murdered. Not by the Circle and not by Supernaturals…but by humans, for the simple fact he was Faunus. It broke her, in every possible way. She lashed out, hurting humans, and that caught the Circle's attention."
Juniper paused, breathing shakily. Jaune reached and and rubbed her arm, and she smiled at him weakly before continuing.
"Kali had already signed the Silence Accords, and in her grief she had broken them. That made her liable to the Circle enforcing their 'law' on her. Branwen murdered her. Brutalised her and justified it all under enforcing the Accords. She was going to do the same to me, for the simple crime of being out with my friend trying to comfort her in her grief, until Summer arrived and saved me. She made me sign the Accords, preventing Branwen from murdering me as you have to have prior knowledge of the Accords in order to be eligible to punishment for breaking it. Summer quit the Circle soon after, and I've avoided it ever since."
"I'm sorry." Jaune mumbled, holding her a little tighter. Juniper gave him a grateful smile before gently pulling away with a reluctant look.
"I better find Nicky before he puts a hole in one of your walls." Juniper said, before staring at the hole where his window had been. "Though I doubt he could do much more damage to your house. I'll pay for the door I broke, though you can solve the window for yourself."
"That was the plan." Jaune smiled wanly, holding onto Blake tightly as he struggled over whether to forgive and continue as normal or remain angry and stay angry at his mother.
"I...I have my own opinions of the Circle." Juniper said, hesitating at the door to the hallway. "I won't be angry at you if you join, if anything I'll be a little less angry towards them. Your my little boy, and you'll make it better just by being in it, I know you will. Just...Just don't jump into things headfirst please. And Blake? Sign the Accords. They'll take you from Jaune if you don't."
"They can try." Blake snarled, and Juniper smiled sadly
"Others have thought the same as you Blake." Juniper replied softly. "Don't be a martyr. Just sign the Accords. They aren't that bad and since you're a sweet girl you should be fine. You have my permission by the way."
Juniper left then, and Jaune frowned in confusion at her final words before looking down at realised how close he was to Blake, how warm she felt against him, how good it felt to have her there...
Jaune coughed and stepped away gently, not wanting to upset Blake. She gave him a look but allowed him to escape, and he sighed before thinking of something to distract himself from the implications of his mothers words and the fact he was not so opposed to the idea of being pursued by an attractive, kind cat girl...
"What do you think of all this?" Jaune blurted, and Blake cocked her head. "The Circle, the Supernatural...everything."
"I think I know too little." Blake replied quietly. "Everyone we've spoken to is biased for or against the things we are being told. I will sign the Accords, but only because I refuse to run the risk of being separated from you. You have been kind to me, and from what I have seen so far from others that is a rare thing."
"Good." Jaune said, before his face flushed at how quickly he'd said it. "You're not too bad yourself. I like having you around."
"Good." Blake smiled, though with the way her gorgeous amber eyes seemed to glint it appeared to be more like a smirk. "I like being around."
"The Circle...I don't know." Jaune coughed, steering the conversation towards less uncharted and only slightly less terrifying waters. "I don't know whether to join. If they can teach me to defend myself and if I can help other Supernaturals then I'm game, but it sounds like that isn't all there is to it. I don't know what to do."
Blake said nothing for a while, and he started to feel a little unnerved as she just stared at him, unblinking. He stared back at her, nervous and uncertain of what to say. He was scared he had pushed her away, scared he had angered her. She was one of the few things he was trusting right now, and the thought of pushing her away from him by his own actions frightened him to his core.
"I do not trust the Circle." Blake said after a while, looking down tentatively. "However I also do not trust many things. I would like to see it, to know it, before I made a decision on whether to join."
"You think I should ask for a tour of their base or something?" Jaune asked, and Blake raised an eyebrow.
"I think we should ask for at our of their base or something." Blake smiled, though it was nervous. "I won't be letting you do this thing alone. We're in this together now."
Jaune blinked and stumbled a little, his knees feeling weak. She spoke with an indisputable sincerity that made it hard to challenge, even internally, that what she said was the truth. She was honestly, for better or worse, sticking by his side as a friend...possibly as something more. The idea that Jaune could actually have someone, have a Juniper to his Nicholas, struck him like a thunderbolt. For years he had thought otherwise, that he was destined to be the cool uncle who lived alone and brought nothing but presents and drinks to Oummas. His near complete isolation, if it hadn't been for Ren, in high school had solidified that idea, which had taken root after that school dance and what had occurred afterwards.
Now...Now maybe he could actually start to believe in something more again? For along time it had just been Pyrrha. What if there was someone else? What if he could have that happiness and trust and love his parents shared?
Without thinking Jaune threw himself forward and embraced Blake tightly. She startled for a moment before returning the hug, and he felt her tentacles wrap around him, mimicking the hug his mother had given him earlier. She felt warm and soft, but there was strength to her that was hidden but undeniable. The worried thoughts of 'What am I getting myself into?' faded away like butter melting before heat, and he found himself relaxing easily into her warm, open embrace.
"Thank you." He whispered quietly, and she nodded, though she didn't know what he was thankful for yet, not truly.
"Always." Blake replied simply, confidently, genuinely, and Jaune shuddered as a wave of emotion washed over him.
"Ahem." Someone coughed, and Jaune yelped and turned to see Ren and Pyrrha standing in the doorway. It was strange to seem them there, dressed in black thick Kevlar body armour and with strange assault rifle in their arms. His eyes met Pyrrha's for a moment, before she looked downwards. He felt a twinge of something that was completely different to what he felt with Blake, and he realised he couldn't avoid her anymore. He needed to to get some closure, and with any look repair the friendship they had shared before they both had ruined it. "Sorry for interrupting but Pyrrha and I need to make sure Blake signs the Accords. We can do it here or we can take you to our headquarters."
"Headquarters." Jaune replied, turning back to Blake for a moment. She nodded, giving her permission, and he squeezed her hand gratefully. "We want a tour of the place before we decide anything. I'll only join if she can by the way."
"That should be fine." Ren smiled. "Blake will still need to sign the Accords and you will both need training before being sent out into the field. I'll respect your decision either way, but having you sign on would be pretty cool."
"It probably would." Jaune smiled back, thinking back to when they would run amok defeating hordes of invisible enemies together. The childhood memories made him turn to Pyrrha, and he saw she still hadn't looked up yet. "I'd like to speak to Pyrrha. Privately, if she's willing."
Pyrrha snapped her head up and gave him a wide-eyed look. Blake gave him a look of undisguised worry before calming somewhat when he squeezed her hand again. Ren looked down, seeing the action, and he winced before turning to Pyrrha.
"S-Sure." Pyrrha said, smiling politely. "Though I doubt it would be very private considering the state of your window right now. Oh...uh...sorry."
"No need." Jaune smiled, letting go of Blake's hand reluctantly. "It is just a big hole right now."
Blake shuffled out of the room, giving Pyrrha an undisguised look of disdain before following Ren towards the kitchen. Jaune waited until he heard them strike up some sort of quiet conversation before turning to Pyrrha.
"I'd like us to be friends." Jaune said bluntly. "None of this awkward stuff. None of what happened before tying us down. You were my best friend once...it's been hard not having that. We can't be anything more than that...and not just because of what happened. I...There's someone else now. I hope you can forgive that."
"Of course I can." Pyrrha said, smiling despite the sadness in her eyes. "You were able to forgive me for what happened. It wasn't my fault I couldn't accept that...and it wasn't yours because you didn't know the full truth. Cardin...He was part of the Circle too. He never liked civilians because they could never understand what we went through, and after the dance he would be going off to go on his first proper mission shadowing an older agent. He...He asked for that, in case he never came back again, and in case you didn't notice he didn't. He died when that agent failed to protect him. That's why I never said I wouldn't do it again. After that...I avoided you just as much as you avoided me, and the longer that happened..."
"...the longer we never talked. It just stuck, that distance between us." Jaune replied. The words were heavy in his throat, and he had no idea how to react to the fact someone he hated for so long had been dead for so long. Cardin had supposedly moved to Mistral, though that being a cover would make sense considering how shady the Circle seemed and how they needed to keep everything Supernatural related quiet. "I...I can't say I liked him, or that I'll mourn him, but I'm sorry for your loss."
"Don't be. Cardin was still a douche, even though he was my friend." Pyrrha smiled sadly. "I could never tell you the full truth, and I didn't want to burden Ren after what happened to his mother and what he already had to deal with. Cardin was a prick, but he was a good listener."
"Yeah." Jaune laughed, thinking back to when Cardin would shove him. He was different to his other bullies, in that he preferred to be physical rather than to just verbally abuse him. "So...friends?"
"Best friends." Pyrrha grinned, holding out her pinkie. Jaune grinned and took it with his own, before spinning her around as if they were at a dance and letting her do the same. They bowed before engaging in a brief thumb war. Pyrrha emerged victorious, as always, and they laughed as their hands fell to their sides, their old handshake complete. "We were weird children."
"Oh absolutely." Jaune smiled back. "Now, what do you say you give me a tour of your super mysterious, super secret headquarters?"
"Prepare to be let down then." Pyrrha snorted. "They aren't too secret, though there's more than enough mysteriousness to go around."
A/N: Next update 25/08/2023