Entering a dark room, alone light hangs exposing three figures, each tied to their chair. Blindfolded, arms and legs wrapped together and bound to the backside of the chairs. Two of the three were sharply dressed, clothes tinted with the signature color of the Schnee family. While the other donned a black cloak with the symbol of a rose sewn on the back.

"Welcome gentlemen, hopefully, you've been enjoying yourselves this evening." A voice calls from a doorway.

"Who are you! Where are we?" The man with the fancy cut mustache demand.

"Father? Is that you?" The smaller white-haired one questioned.

"Whitley?! My son, is that you?" said the older Schnee.

"Yes, father. Do you know why this brigand has taken us." Whitley inquired.

"Well, I'll tell ya once, you meet our other guest," the voice called again, "Ladies I'd like you to meet, Mister Adam Taurus!"

"The leader of the White Fang!?" Whitley spoke with shock.

"Correct-mundo kid," The voices jest with a sound of a snap following. "You see Mr. Taurus here, has so graciously decided to honor us with his presence.

"Silence you fool! You know the White Fang will hunt you down." Adam scorned to be to voice was coming from.

"Heh, you see that's where wrong my dear faunus friend," The voice chuckled in the void of darkness.

"Oh really? And how would I be wrong about that?" Adam retorted sarcastically.

"For you see, we are out to the White fang's detection and reach." Spoke like a whisper from the damned. "Where they wouldn't even suspect. . . right under their nose!"

The room fell to silence, only the swaying of the light and the creaks of the chairs can be heard. The blindfolds were removed from left to right, with Whitley being first and Adam last. The silhouette of a faunus glides through the shadows and places a chair to where only the tips of his shoes can be seen.

"Oh right! I forgot to answer your questions Mister Schnee, my humblest apologies." The voice said surprised, "You are currently in the secret dungeon I install while I infiltrated the White Fang."

As the head of Schnee corp was about to speak.

"Infiltrated? What do you mean infiltrated?" Adam interrupted

"Oh, you know, infiltrated, to steal your plans, money, and weapons, assassinating the important people of the White Fang," The voice answered half-heartedly while cleaning his fingernails with a blade. "Say like those two 'monks' or whatever you had stationed in Menagerie." followed by a glance at the faunus leader.

Sitting back upright in his chair, "Oh what were those poor saps names?" he says tapping the blade on his cheek. "Oh, now I remember the Albain brothers."

"You bastard! They were my most elite spymasters, there is no way you killed them." Adam yells with rage.

"Aye, I did. Also if it makes you feel better they had bounties on their heads and lemme tell ya, their heads are so much lighter to carry then a body. Also easier to pack." The man says with a smile creeping across his face.

"Let me tell ya about myself, the name's Thrion. Professional bounty hunter, and on occasion assassin" Thrion says, stepping out in the light, and giving a quick bow.

"Y-you're a faunus?" Jacques says confused

"Yeah, got a problem?" Thrion fox ears twitch as he spoke.

"No, but why capture the two of Schnee's and one of your kind?" Jacques asked drop-dead confused.

"Well you see the three of you, hurt some friends of mine," Thrion says gesturing to the Schnee's and Adam, " Now you Adam, you are in for a world of pain, also you've got a pretty big bounty on you. 2 million liens if you're brought back dead. So you know two birds, one stone."

Walking toward to back of the room leaning against a wall looking back to his captives, a wicked smile rises to his face. Flipping a switch, multiple lights come on one after the other until the whole room was lit with bright white lights. Revealing recent torture devices that were once cloaked in shadow and darkness.

"Boy's, welcome to a little place I like to call, the 'Devil's workshop," Thrion says while backing to several huge devices. Gesturing to each with open arms, only to stop to face the trio, with fear on their faces. "Now. .Who's up first?" Thrion says with a blood curdling, bone-chilling laugh.