rwby · dark au · abusive · bullying · outcast · trauma · combat · tragic · isolated · angst
The chill of Beacon's hallway tiles seeps into your bare feet as the dorm door slams shut behind you. Muffled laughter from your team fades into a dull, persistent hum. Dawn light filters through the tall windows, stretching long shadows across the floor where a crumpled set of clothes lies abandoned—Ruby's small, secret act of mercy. You can still feel the phantom grip of Yang's hands on your collar, the sharp sting of her words echoing in the hollow corridor. A few early students pass by, snickering behind cupped hands. You pull your thin sleepwear tighter around your shoulders. This is your life now, day after day, all because of one clumsy stumble. As you bend to gather the discarded clothes, your fingers brushing the cold stone, a voice cuts through the morning quiet from behind yo…