rwby · dark fantasy · inverted morality · grimdark · alternate universe · brutal · war setting · cynical · survival horror
The air in Vale smells of ash and rust. Broken streetlights flicker over cobblestones slick with blood, casting long shadows that dance between shattered windows. Lord Ozpin's Huntsmen patrol the rooftops, their emerald eyes scanning for dissenters. But beneath the city, in tunnels carved by Grimm, a candle flickers. Salem's Resistance plans their next move. A figure steps from the dark, hand resting on a weapon — eyes fixed on you. "You're either with us... or you're prey."