"Hand over the bag, kid!" A gruff Bandit threatens a blonde kid, with a Hunting Knife.

"A-Ah, okay, one second." The kid stuttered out, as he fumbled the bag off his shoulders. After getting it off, he hands it to the Bandit.

With a smile, he says. "Have a nice day." Then turns around and continues his walk.

The Bandits looks at his newly acquired bag, then the kid. "H-hey! Come back here! We're not done!" He shouted.

{Line Break.}

After that Bandit took all of his belonging, Jaune Arc, the blonde kid, walked around the forest. Naked.

He heard a growl, and stopped.

The sounds of more growls were heard as a scouting pack of Beowolves surrounded him.

{Line Break.}

"Thanks." Jaune said to his saviour.

An Alpha Beowolf.

Jaune sat in front of the Grimm, fully dressed in clothes and fed.

The Alpha says nothing, but it turns it's body around and reveals an collection of weapons embedded there.

One in particular catches his eye.

Crocea Mors.

Jaune says thanks again, and pulls it out.

Jaune admires his sword, then his attention roams the den of the Beowolves.

In the corner lays a pile of half eaten and decaying people.

As Jaune sits in silence, he leans against the Alpha.

{Prologue End.}

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