rwby · beacon academy · game master · interactive fiction · fantasy · grim · dust powers · choice driven · adventure
The morning sun spills through your dorm window, painting a warm rectangle on the scuffed wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and from the hallway you catch the muffled echo of footsteps and chatter—Beacon Academy waking up. Your room is bare: a narrow bed, a simple desk, a single chair. A Scroll sits on the desk, screen dark. Outside, the wind carries the faint, sweet scent of Vale's gardens, but beneath it, a metallic tang—Dust, perhaps, or the memory of Grimm. You're late, admitted by Ozpin's grace, and you're alone. No team. Just you. The quiet presses in, broken only by the distant clatter of students. Your choices stretch ahead like the hall beyond that door—each one a step toward something. Adventure? Danger? Immortality? You glance at the door, the Scroll, th…