Life was peaceful. Shirou had never thought that he'd be able to think such a thing after getting summoned as a Heroic Spirit, but here it was happening right before him. After the matter with Yang and Ghira had settled down, nothing of note had happened for the next few months.

The contact Boyd had given to him was being particularly cautious and had finally agreed to a meeting later in the day. Honestly, Shirou didn't know what to expect in meeting a criminal, but based on the way Boyd had looked as he spoke of Roman Torchwick, maybe he wasn't as bad of an individual as he portrayed himself to be? And portray Roman did.

Roman was notorious as a thief, his name well known throughout Vale which explained his illusive behaviour. At the very least, Shirou wouldn't be so quick to judge a man by what others thought of him. In history, some of the most brilliant men and women were portrayed as the worst of villains by their enemies.

In the end, everyone had their own stories and circumstances. No one was beyond help or redemption, even if that redemption could only be found in prison or death. The law would decide.

Shirou took in a breath, and calmed himself. Whatever thoughts or reservations he had in accepting Boyd Flynn's request, they would only truly matter after meeting Roman in person.

"So, you're really going to help a criminal?" Summer asked idly. As a ghost, she'd taken to entertaining herself though idle conversation, and failing that observation. She was presently floating on her back, her arms crossed behind her head. "Hero or not, I think it's commendable that you'd extend your hand to others regardless of their background."

Shirou actually blinked at Summer's words before nodding. "I can see where your daughters get their open-mindedness from. You must have left quite an impression on them."

Summer suddenly blanked, turning her back to Shirou as a flash of guilt appeared on her face. "Yeah maybe I did. Perhaps a little too much. They can't seem to let go of me."

Ruby was still waiting for Summer to return, and it broke Summer's heart each time to watch Ruby keep waiting. Yang thought Summer was already dead, and Tai and Qrow kept searching for Summer on the basis of the letter she'd written several years ago. They hadn't stopped. Not once.

The guilt Shirou could feel radiating off of Summer was palpable. If she could appear in front of her family then she damn well would, but the only way to do that, though temporary, was to assume a part of his Spirit Origin. This wasn't something that could easily be done as the risks involved may just end up ruining his Spirit Origin. Then again, there maybe a method, but he was still holding off on telling Summer as he wasn't sure if it would work yet.

The idea stemmed from spirits and phantasmal bodies. Even if she couldn't presently interact with her family in the real world, what if she did so in their dreams? Ghosts and spirits were known to be able to do such things. The same could also be said for possession, but he couldn't see Summer trying to possess anyone so it was a moot point.

"Sorry. Forget I said anything," Shirou scratched at the back of his head, not knowing what else to say to comfort the grieving mother beside him.

Summer turned around and stared Shirou right in the face. "Don't be," she smiled somewhat bitterly. "I was the one my babies needed and I left them as my babies always thought I would. Now look at me? I'm just grateful that I can watch them grow up."

"No," Shirou shook his head. Possibility or not, he may as well give her some hope. "There might be a way for you to interact with them through their dreams or thoughts. I've never done it before, but we can try it later tonight."

"Y-You really? I can do that?" Summer seemed heart-wrenchingly eager. It was only to be expected. She rounded on him with a speed faster than Ruby's semblance and clutched onto his shoulders. When he nodded in response, the repressed emotions Summer had been bottling for years were let loose all at once. She began sobbing in relief, her face contorting, her reddened cheeks growing puffy. "I-I have so many things to tell them. I missed out on so much of their lives, and…and…I still have to apologize, hug them, tell them I'm still here."

Summer became lost in her thoughts, letting go of Shirou's shoulders and ambling away to sort out her mind. It was probably for the best that Summer did, as this was when Ruby and Yang entered the living room of their house. Summer always looked slightly disturbed whenever he ended up near her daughters. Must be a maternal thing.

In any case, Ruby was the only one to make any indication that she knew he was in the room. Predictably, she pointed at him and puffed out her chest, much to Yang's disinterest.

"See Yang, can't you feel him over there! That's the Huntsman of Red!" Ruby proclaimed while whispering a subtle 'What are you waiting for?' to him. She'd been insisting for the longest time to make his presence known to Yang and Tai, but he'd refused in order to not make the situation more complicated. There was no gentle way to explain that Ruby had a genuine Hero of humanity at her beck and call with two absolute commands remaining.

"You're pointing at a chair, Ruby." Yang had long since grown habituated to Ruby's attempts. "Aren't you too old for imaginary friends? If you want, I told you I can introduce you to some of my friends."

Ruby made a face first at Shirou for refusing her request, then at Yang in disgust. "But all you and your friends do is gush about some random mercenary you say you met, drilled a hole through a mountain with, then romantically escorted you home on a motorcycle ride."

"It's true!" Yang defended, looking somewhat wistful. "There was even this thieving cat girl who tried to steal from me in the middle of a fight."

Rather than looked impressed, Ruby looked doubtful. "Then where's this Archer fellow?"

Yang sputtered, teeth gritting together in resignation. "I made a promise not to go look for him in downtown Vale. I can call for him using the dagger he gave me, but the last time I did that he seemed mad, and told me to only call him like that if I was really in danger." Here Ruby noted traces of red crawling up Yang's neck. "He said that no matter where I am, he'd be there to save me. C-Can you believe it? Save me? Since when would I need saving?" Yang said one thing, but her content expression said another as she rubbed her nose with her left hand.

"Sooo, you can't prove it? Then you're lying." Ruby did not miss the chance at getting back at Yang for always doubting her about Shirou.

"Am not!" Yang defended, face crumpling in irritation as her hands balled into fists.

"Are too!" Ruby crossed her arms. "Besides, The Huntsman of Red is way cooler than just some random mercenary you 'may' have met."

"Ruby you wouldn't understand what's cool or not about guys. You're still too young to judge."

"But I have the Huntsman of Red on my side."

Rather than argue, Yang just shook her head and looked genuinely concerned, placing a gentle hand on Ruby's shoulder. "Ruby, you can't always use that excuse because you're not good at making friends. Listen here, but one day you'll find people who will like you for being you, so you don't have to make up stories about knowing famous people just to get attention. You can be the bee's knees."

It took a second for Ruby to compute what Yang had just said, and then outrage came next. "Yang, c'mon! I'm telling the truth! And I don't want to be the bee's knees; I want normal knees!"

"Right, right, whatever you say," Yang patted Ruby on the head and made to leave the house, only to freeze when she felt the cool wind around her neck. She shuddered, her eyes tearing up, but it was a sensation that she was going to have to get used to for the time being.

The police were still on the search for one 'Ms. Blond Kickass,' and their search wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon. One does not target a Schnee owned train and get away with it easily. Moreover, how could Yang go out in public after her father had given her a generic bob-cut as she went down kicking and screaming. Not the hair, anything but the hair!

Yet, Yang was far from Tai's match. She'd have to wait at least a year or two before it would all grow back.

"I'm going to Patty's house," Yang gave up her idea of going out into Vale and decided to visit a nearby friend instead. Ruby still had homework to finish and Yang knew if she stayed, Ruby would never get it done. "See ya, little sis. I'll be back when you finish your work."

A minute passed, then two with Ruby just staring at where Yang had left at the front door. She then looked to her homework over her desk in the living room, and just groaned. She sat down and got to work; however, it didn't last.

"She's gone, Shirou the cookies!" Ruby abruptly called out as Shirou materialized on the very couch Ruby had pointed out for Yang.

Shirou's arms were crossed, and he seemed exasperated.

Rather than really get her studies done, Ruby had just been waiting long enough for Yang to get out of earshot. To Ruby, anything other than fighting or using Crescent Rose wasn't worth much of her attention.

Between cookies and homework, cookies won out.

For Ruby's sake, Shirou decided to make a stand. He stood up on his feet and looked down at where Ruby sat on her desk. "I will not make you more cookies. I made some yesterday, and they're all gone today," he stressed.

"Dad ate them," was the quick response.

"He wasn't home yesterday." Tai spent most of his days off searching for leads on Summer's whereabouts.

"Yang ate them! I swear!" Ruby's eyes were darting left and right, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Shirou stared long and heard, watching the way Ruby began twiddling her thumbs. "Okay, maaaybe I ate one or two more than I should have, but these Grimm swooped in and took the rest."

"Grimm don't eat cookies." The obvious was pointed out.

"But they eat my sadness and I was big sad." Ruby did not pick up on it.

"I'm not making you more cookies Ruby. It's not happening," Shirou shook his head and decided to at least give Ruby some incentive. "But I may make you more cookies tomorrow if you finish your schoolwork today."

She made a face, but he ignored it.

"On another subject, but if you'd excuse me Ruby, I may be gone for a couple of days, so I ask that you behave yourself in my absence and not worry."

Shirou did not know how long the matter with Roman would take, so he gave himself a few days. He decided to inform Ruby of his departure as he felt through their connection that she'd been quite lonely in the time he and Yang had been on an adventure.

Silence.

Shirou watched as Ruby processed his words. Huh? The expression on her face seemed to say, the pencil in her hand dropping audibly onto the floor. She picked it and up and tried to act unaffected.

"So, ugh, where are you going?" She inquired, acting as if she wouldn't try to follow him. She was fidgeting from side to side and was looking over a school textbook upside down. Most of her attention was being directed towards him so she didn't even notice. The homework the textbook was required for was being automatically fed to Zwei, the family dog much to Shirou's chagrin.

Typical thirteen-year old. An excuse was not an excuse if you did it intentionally.

Ruby was clearly trying to ditch just as she'd learned from Yang.

"Out," Shirou replied flatly to Ruby's prior question.

"On a super secret mission?"

Shirou stiffened. This girl, her intuition wasn't actually that far off. He made the stupid move of abruptly going into stunned quiet, his facial features tightening as lying wasn't something he had ever been good at. Ruby picked up on it immediately, her eyes abruptly gleaming.

Shirou frowned. "Leave it be, Ruby," he said before Ruby could voice what he knew she was going to say. "This sort of thing isn't about fun and games."

Ruby wasn't listening. She hopped off of her desk chair and used her semblance to gather her things along with her newly made Crescent Rose. "I've waited so long for something like this! What are we waiting for let's go!"

Shirou cleared his throat while Ruby stood standing on the balls of her feet in excitement. "You're not coming Ruby," he said, all but causing her to freeze and look like the world was ending.

"Take me with you!" She pouted. If she were any younger, she may as well have been clinging onto his legs.

"No," he said. Wordlessly, she actually did try clinging onto his legs. "Ruby, manners," he chastised her while dematerializing his thighs and shins, and moving towards the house's front door. She fell on the floor with an uumph, but quickly recovered.

She used her semblance to catch up to him and hang over his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Pleeeaase?" She batted her eyelids at him.

"That's not what I meant, Master. Saying 'please' does not equate to good manners." He shook his head in wry amusement. Using his arms, he hefted Ruby off of him, turned around, and set her on her family's couch. "You're not coming."

She looked defeated, but unresigned. "I wanna go I wanna go I wanna goooo!"

…And there it was. In many ways Ruby really was quite free spirited, or as he and Tai liked to put it, still a child. Whining was always the last resort, and in this case, he was genuinely concerned that her whining may be taken as a command. It may even lead to a repeat of what happened when she was a child.

Rather than waste a Command Seal which could actually be useful, wouldn't it be easier if he just accommodated her and kept her out of trouble?

He and Ruby stared at each other's eyes, and Ruby knew that she'd just won.

"Fine." His shoulders slumped. "But you have to behave."

"YYYYEEESSS!"

Roman Torchwich was genuinely surprised when an old friend called up his number to offer help. Boyd Flynn was a long-time acquaintance since before Roman had turned to a life of crime, and Roman had always thought that Boyd had given up the underworld life. Clearly, this wasn't fully the case.

Overtop his side-swept orange hair which covered his right eye, Roman pushed down on the black bowler's hat over his head while he contemplated in silence. A red stripe ran down the middle of the hat which Roman personally thought gave it a type of natural style. Along with his white overcoat, bowtie, black breeches, and dress shoes, he was a thief with class.

He was a thief, he repeated. This was the entire point of his trade. The less notorious he was, the better, as eluding the authorities was more of a priority than ill repute. A tree too tall would be the first cut down. All that really mattered was that he was well known in the underground societies of Vale.

The fact that he was now being seen as one of the most infamous criminals in Vale was both an ego boost and a daunting setback to business operations. Many people were now after his head, and he was easily recognized when out in public.

Being a renowned thief was no simple occupation, but at least the money was good.

O the lien. He should have known better than to accept a deal from a shady woman offering him far more than any transaction he'd ever undertaken for the sole purpose of hoarding Vale's Dust. All of it.

The waters that he'd been comfortably sitting afloat on in Vale were bound to get disturbed. The sheer amount of Dust being gathered was too large a quantity for anything small.

Roman was beginning to realize that he'd rather not be shaking up the waters in Vale, but at this point, there was no longer any choice. His current business associate who'd he'd grown to detest ran with a heavy hand and constantly left him in the dark. It irritated him to no end, but pulling out wasn't an option.

He was a gambling man who knew what bets not to take. This entire matter was going to have a clear winner and a loser, and until he could decern which side was which, he could not afford to break ties with either side.

Roman sighed ruefully, but kept his wits about him. He would be the first to say that he wasn't a 'good man,' rather he leaned more towards 'ignoble;' however, his presence was necessary to keep Vale's underground members in check. He knew when to take a step back and when to take a step forward. He also knew not to put all his eggs in a single basket.

This was why he was in an abandoned warehouse with his partner in crime, a woman by the name of Neopolitan sitting pretty by his side at a prepared square-table. She was demure, carried an open umbrella, and had half pink and half brown hair.

In any case, Roman needed to prepare an 'out' should things get messy with the woman named Cinder, and he trusted Boyd enough not to send him someone incompetent.

Roman perked a brow as Neo signalled to him with a hand sign. She didn't often speak and resorted to other methods to communicate. She was evidently asking why they were here.

"Well, Neo. We're here to meet a potential ally." Roman drawled, one hand placed firmly over his cane in the case of an emergency. It was his preferred weapon, Melodic Cudgel.

'Ally?' Neo hummed in thought, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with various states of curiosity and colour. They shifted between brown, pale-pink, and white.

"Yes, ally," Roman nodded willfully. "We both share the same views of our newest associate and would surely hate if she ran into unknown problems, now wouldn't we?"

Neo made an O shape with her mouth before covering it with one hand and grinning like a cat. Roman smiled back and offered her a cup of rocky-road ice cream. She accepted his offering with a tilt of her chin.

Now all that was left was to wait. The agreed upon time for whoever Boyd recommended would be in another ten minutes or so. The reason Roman had waited over a few months before meeting with Boyd's contact was to prevent Cinder from catching wind of his movements.

The last thing either Neo or Roman expected to see once ten minutes had passed was a masked man walking side by side with a bubbly teenager fully in red: Red dress, red frills, red hood, even the boots though dark and nearly black were certainly red.

Was this really the person Boyd had sent him?

Roman was starting to have his doubts, but the presence the masked man exuded was enough to put Neo on edge, and this was an achievement as she could put up a fight against even veteran Huntsmen.

'Dangerous,' Neo signalled with her eyes.

"More than, Cinder?" Roman inquired while their guests were still making their way over.

Neo furrowed her brows, but didn't comment. She didn't know yet.

"Ah, so you must be the man Boyd sent. Though I clearly remember him saying that he was only sending one person." Here, Roman leveled a look on the girl in red who noticed his gaze and smiled at him while waving her hand.

"This is so cool, we're actually in one of those places uncle Qrow always talks about. The fun places where you can-"

"Ruby," the masked man spoke, and instantly, Ruby was pouting.

"Right, not supposed to speak. I'm not even here. Can't even see me or hear me, so just pretend I'm not involved in your super sneaky business." Ruby's words paused mid speech as her gaze landed on the sweets Roman had prepared on the table for him and Neo. "…That's a lot of sweets," she swallowed audibly. "You must run a bakery shop."

Roman didn't know how to respond at first. To be fair, Neo at a lot of sweets, and Roman doted on Neo and just got her plenty of everything. Finally, his wits returned to him and he spoke. "Why yes little Red, clearly, I run a factory with all kinds of baked goods. Cookies too. Maybe even milk?"

"You do? really!" Ruby did not notice the sarcasm in Roman's tone, prompting the man to pinch the bridge of his nose while his accomplice perked her lips up in amusement. "Can I have the cookies then, if you aren't eating them?"

Roman noted that Ruby's eyes had shifted to the chocolate-chip cookies on the table. Using the hook of his cane, he slid the plate of cookies forward. "Help yourself."

"Hey, you're not that bad of a guy, though your face looks familiar," Ruby said between bites of cookies. She was leaving crumbs and her rate of consumption was abnormally fast as if she was worried that the man beside her would take away her treats.

Rightfully so.

It was to Roman and Neo's mirth that the masked man beside Ruby suddenly sighed heavily in defeat, losing much of the intimidating air that he'd been radiating.

"When you have a face as handsome as mine, you end up getting that comment a lot. Why the ladies practically swoon over me." Roman took the initiative to help diffuse the tension in the air. Neo elbowed him for the comment.

Ruby just thought that Roman, the bakery owner was funny and giggled. The masked-man looked moments away from dragging Ruby out and starting the whole encounter again from scratch. Wordlessly, the man grabbed Ruby by the shoulders and escorted her out of the warehouse before returning and standing silent. If anything, the masked man wasn't much of a talker.

Archer? Boyd had called him. Roman hummed to himself. Well regardless, it was better to just get to the point. If Neo said Archer was dangerous, then it would be in his best interest to keep the meeting as short as possible until he was sure Archer wouldn't be a threat to him and Neo.

"I'm not a man to trust others easily, but since Byod sent you I can at least use you." Roman began. "I'm not sure if Boyd filled you in, but I keep Vale's underground peaceful."

There can be no good without evil. Illegal as Roman's profession was, he kept things in balance and prevented those in the dark streets from taking things too far. He was something of a Kingpin in Vale.

Roman watched the masked man nod in understanding, a clear gesture of 'go on.'

"I'm in something of a tricky spot with an employer who won't take 'no' for an answer right now, and am looking for a way out." Roman said truthfully. "Boyd tells me you can be that way out, but my newest associate is no pushover. Irk her enough and you might just get burned, you catch my drift?" Roman took out a cigar from his coat, put it between his lips, and lit it with a fire dust crystal. "She's also a cautious woman so there's no way she'd make a personal appearance against someone she deems a threat. If meeting and apprehending her is too difficult a task right now, I want you to hinder her at least until I can find out what she has planned with all the Dust she's contracted me to steal."

"I'm under no obligation to listen to that request," Archer said. "I came her to determine whether or not I'd take up Boyd's offer and there doesn't seem to be any reason to."

"No reason?" Roman puffed out a cloud a smoke. "What do you think my associate's planning to do with over 100'000 tons of Dust packed from freight trains and Dust stores? It's the equivalent of a cargo ship's worth of storage, and if it all goes boom, it'd be quite a pretty firecracker wouldn't you say my friend? It's more than enough to shake any Kingdom which is why I'm trying to find out what my associate's trying to do with it all. Let me make this clear, but if its safer for me and Neo to side with this woman, we will side with her regardless of what she's doing. A gambler always bets on the highest odds of victory and Vale's odds aren't looking pretty good right now."

"Is that a threat to get me to work for you?" Archer readied himself for combat, his arms raising and shoulder's squaring. Neo reacted to the action and jumped back from the table in a combat stance, eyes narrowed. If Archer so much as made a move on Roman, Neo would attack without hesitation.

"No, you idiot! What threat? Why I do even bother trying to articulate to a muscle brained fool. Must I spell it out for you?" Roman shook his head ruefully and straightened his posture. "Impress me! If I think Vale's forces have a chance against my newest business partner then of course I can work with the confidence to undermine her! What are you, seven? Can't you read between the lines and not the obvious? If it wasn't already blatantly clear, I don't like my newest partner who threatens me to steal, but if I have no choice but to side with her, then I will side with her. I want you to make me think otherwise! It's not like I want Vale's dynamic to change. I like my current life."

Neo and Roman scrutinized the way Archer mulled over Roman's words before Archer loosened his stance. "What do you have in mind?" The sheer amount of Dust being horded was a legitimate threat to the safety of the Kingdom. No wonder Boyd had been so insistent.

Roman leaned forward over the table and laced his fingers together in front of him.

"Now we're talking business."

As it would turn out, Shirou found himself taking Ruby to a remote land in Vale under the jurisdiction of the Arc family of Huntsman and Huntresses charged with fending off Grimm.

In the midst of it all, Shirou found himself recalling what Roman had told him about a woman by the name of Cinder Fall. She was the one acquiring all of the Dust, and apparently, she had something to do with the Grimm.

'I want you to go to the northern part of Vale's borders and kill off the population of Grimm.'

It was a fairly noble request as the Grimm were the scourge of all mankind, but the motive behind the request was more vindictive than righteous. If killing Grimm would hinder Cinder Fall's plans, then Roman would certainly not let the opportunity to undermine her go. This task was also serving as a means for Roman to gauge his capabilities which was why Neo was tagging along and observing from the distance. She couldn't be watching all the time, but Shirou could tell when she was around by the distinctness of her Aura.

Presently Neo wasn't around, possibly because she was busy with something, but she'd definitely arrive sooner rather than later.

"We're hunting Grimm? Wow even Yang hasn't done that yet!" Ruby gushed in ignorance.

Shirou did not raise his voice to contradict that Yang did indeed already face off against Grimm quite recently. He was holding Ruby in his grip and freely jumping through the forested region of the Arc family territory.

The Grimm weren't as abundant the closer they were to the Arc family main home, but the situation was different further out. There was plenty of them over the protective walls built by the Arcs. This was where he intended on going.

If the situation got too dangerous for Ruby to handle, then he would no longer treat it as a learning experience for her and directly take action.

Bending his legs, he landed on the ground with a small thud before depositing Ruby off to fend against a dozen Beowolfs.

"No worries, I've got this!" She said energetically pulling out Crescent Rose and shifting it into its scythe form. It was a high-calibre sniper scythe tinged red and modeled after Qrow's own weapon of choice.

It glistened under the light of the sparks it generated as Ruby hefted it through the armoured body of a beowolf before sidestepping an attack from behind.

Good. She'd developed a keen situational awareness.

Ruby hacked and slashed, shifting to Crescent Rose's sniper form when the enemies got too far. She'd been learning from Qrow for a long time, and it was paying off. She was young, but she was leagues above the newest Huntsmen and Huntresses graduated from their respective schools in combat.

"Did you see that Shirou!" Ruby hopped on her feet like a child while swinging around Crescent Rose at the next Beowolf.

"Don't lose focus and concentrate," came Shirou's bland response when a Bewolf nearly took Ruby by surprise with a low sweeping attack.

Ruby yelped in alarm, raising her weapon to defend herself, but she wouldn't have to. A random sword stopped the Beowolf in its tracks and gave her the time to collect herself. "Sorry, m-my bad," she said gloomily.

"Focus," he said nothing else.

Ruby was skilled, and she'd been trained through his advice and Qrow's guidance. The only thing she needed to work on was her experience.

Feeling embarrassed at her blunder, Ruby returned to facing off against her quarry with a gusto. This time Shirou determined that Ruby wouldn't be making any mistakes and felt it was safe to leave her a bit on her own.

No offence, but even though Ruby was strong, she didn't have nearly enough strength to wipe out the area's population of Grimm. This was Shirou's job and something he decided that he should start doing.

The noise of Ruby's fight was attracting attention, and it was Shirou's duty as a Servant to deal with that attention so that his Master may obtain her experience with a grain of safety.

To that end, there would be no hesitation.

With a single glance to make sure that Ruby would be fine, he leapt deeper into the area guarded by the Arc family before abruptly pausing when he heard a scream. It was panicked, high-pitched, and, almost strangled.

Some little girl seemed to be in trouble.

He scanned his surroundings and sure enough, he found the source of the scream in a teenage blond boy clambering over himself to escape the horde of Grimm Ruby must have attracted with her fight. There were around a hundred of them. The majority were Beowulfs, but a few were Ursa that towered several heads above the boy.

Poor guy, but what was a teenager even doing this far out in Grimm infested lands outside the Arc family wall? Questions for later.

As it was, the teenager froze up and fainted in fear, collapsing by a tree as a Beowulf loomed over him. In the boy's hands was a rudimentary looking sword and shield which Shirou discerned was an Arc family heir loom known as Crocea Mors.

Not wasting a second, Shirou intervened and forced the nearest Grimm to back off from the child. With his skill, it didn't take long to defeat the Grimm, but something unexpected occurred.

The boy's parents came clambering into the clearing, forcing him to dematerialize in order to not get caught trespassing. As it was, the sight that the parents saw was a collapsed boy and the bodies of a hundred fading Grimm.

The boy's name was Jaune Arc, the soon to be greatest Arc ever produced in the Arc family of Huntsman and Huntresses.

-To clarify a few things about Juane, he isn't the main focus of this arc. It just happened to end with his appearance this chapter.

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Summary of book:

Death. Grief. Ruin. Nothing was left unchanged after an unexplained tragedy led to the loss of millions across the world in key locations. Cities were reduced to wastelands of steel and concrete, and many were forced into migration. When events leading to the prior tragedy occur once more, Kevin Black was going to have to learn that sometimes mysteries were better left unsolved. Trapped with his friends in the world of a ruined city filled with monsters, the journey out would be far more perilous than the journey in.