rwby · high fantasy · steampunk · dust magic · huntsman · grimm · faunus · beacon academy · action
The view sweeps across a sleeping town, its streets silvered by the light of a fractured moon. Without warning, violence erupts. The front window of a dust shop explodes outward as a gang storms inside, led by a cocky man with orange hair and a white hat, his cane sweeping through the air like a conductor's baton. A narrator's voice, rich and ominous, resonates in the stillness: 'Legends are just echoes now. Real change is written by the choices we make in the dark.' The scene locks onto you, seated alone on a bench, the charged silence of the night pressing in. What is your first move?