[Location: Ozpin's office]

It's a particularly slow day in Beacon Academy. All the more convenient for Ozpin to continue the search for a particularly missing student. As he remains seated in his weird clockwork office, he accesses his computer and opens up all file reports on (y/n) Goodwitch. Thanks to cameras scattered around the city and facial recognition, he was be able to track down the boy with minimal difficulty... Which disappoints the Headmaster to no end when he only manages to pull up two videos related to the runaway student.

One of him leaving the school along with recent events afterwards, and one of him just outside the warehouse district. Both giving the old professor equal concerns.

The first shows (y/n) exiting the academy with a stolen motorcycle. Later investigation along with a complaint revealed the vehicle belonging to Yang Xiao Long, another of Ozpin's students. The video then shows the boy entering the city, then suddenly entering an alleyway on foot. And this is when the old man's concerns began.

Not long after, (y/n) is shown exiting the alley with an unknown person in black. Both of whom appear to be covered in blood. Judging by their movements, only the stranger appears to be hurt. Ozpin soon remembers of a report on two dead bodies found in that same alley. One with multiple stab wounds, and the other succumbing to severe head trauma.

Unfortunately, the video ends with both (y/n) and the stranger riding on the bike off screen. No further videos were found due to cameras being broken or not located in the right places. Only for him to reappear days later, almost on the otherside of the city. This video only raising more worry for Ozpin.

In the next video, (y/n) appears to be walking towards the warehouse district, waiting almost several hours while stopping whoever exited the warehouse grounds, before finally appearing to have a small conversation with what looked like a worker.

Before suddenly holding the worker at gunpoint.

Once again, (y/n) managed to disappear off camera while forcing the person to follow. Ozpin had managed to find a report relating to the victim. Tuscany Clawthorn, a warehouse employee who was found dead in a dumpster two days after this video was recorded. Autopsy showed cause of death was multiple blows to the head from possibly being stomped on.

And that was all the footage of the student Ozpin could find. So far, he is very much concerned with what is happening to (y/n).

Moving on from the video files, he opens another file related to the student. Most of which involved his immediate activities before leaving. Taking a sip from the cup of coffee he had the whole time, he reads over the events of that day.

Beginning on a Friday afternoon, the room of team PNKY was discovered to have been heavily damaged. Afterwards, (y/n) had a confrontation with another student, Cardin Winchester, before assaulting him. Later on, he was found making his way towards the exit of the school grounds before being confronted by his team. Some words were exchanged before they too were attacked, with only the team leader coming out unscathed. It was around this time Ozpin started hearing about (y/n)'s actions.

Moving on, reports then tell that (y/n) had broken into the school garage and stolen a motorcycle from another student. And that's where the video footage comes in. While all these reports and evidence would damn the boy from misconduct and possible murder, further investigation of team PNKY's room revealed some... disturbing implications.

Several scraps of paper revealed a depressing experience of (y/n)'s time in Beacon, along with a crumpled up suicide note. The discovery of the ceiling fan outside the building also revealed a makeshift noose attached to it. Autopsy of the noose showed traces of skin flakes embedded in the fabric.... With this information, Ozpin is hesitant on informing Glynda. While she is still able to teach her classes without issue, the revelation of her son's attempted suicide would devastate her.

Regardless, the possibility of (y/n) turning to a life of crime after what he's been through just doesn't bode well for Ozpin. Unfortunately, being a Headmaster of a school doesn't give him the luxury to handle this on his free time. There are, however, alternatives to retrieving the poor boy so he can get the help he needs. The silver haired magic man pulls out his scroll and makes a call.

[Location: Vale Police Department]

Within the busy halls of the police station, amongst the various officers going about their business to either uphold the law or consume donuts, sits the head honcho of the whole operation in his office. Chief of police, Svin Afføring. A grizzled police veteran from Atlas who was transferred to Vale after several officers were ousted for corruption a few years ago.

Svin files some finished documents away as he works on more from this year. So far, he is disgruntled with the rise of crime ever since Roman Torchwick rolled back into town not long ago. Thankfully, a raid on a White Fang operation not only left a noticeable dent in their activities, it also boost the PD's confidence in being actual law bringers. Now they just need to arrest the ginger and his mute girlfriend, and Svin can finally contemplate on retirement.

Before he could reminisce in that thought, his office phone rings for his attention. Checking the caller ID, he raises a quizzical eyebrow. Grabbing the phone, he puts it to his ear and answers.

Svin: Hello, Headmaster Ozpin. To what do I owe this sudden call?

Ozpin: Greetings, Chief Afføring. My apologies for the surprise call, but I have a small request for you and the police department.

Svin: And what might that be?

The Chief reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Placing a fag in his mouth, he lights it with a dust powered zipo as he takes a puff.

Ozpin: To put it bluntly, I have a student in the city I need you to retrieve. One (y/n) Goodwitch.

[Location: Vale streets]

Today is a hot as hell day as Pen drives through the streets in a Xiong car, all the while listening to the AM radio.

Lisa: Thus leaving no survivors from the crash. In other news, White Fang activities have steadily risen in the last few weeks. While recent police interference has brought in reasonable results, the terrorist group continues to evade the authority as a whole. With speculation of Roman Torchwick possibly allied with the group, concerned citizens can only hope if talks of Atlas forces arriving in Vale for the Vytal Festival are true... I'm Lisa Lavender, and you're listening to VNN radio.

The radio lets out a jingle signaling that it's moving on to other news or a commercial. Pen didn't care for either of it, so he just switches to FM as he takes a turn into a parking lot. Finding an exceptional parking space, he shuts off the car and gets out. He makes his way out of the lot and starts walking down the sidewalk to what looks like a bakery. Just outside of the bakery, he sees a few chairs and tables for those that wish to eat outside. Sitting at one of the tables, you can be seen chowing down on some muffins.

Pen calls out to you, getting your attention as you manage to shove half a muffin in your mouth. You give him an acknowledging grunt as you shove in the other half. Your fellow goon approaches you as he reaches into his pocket to pull something out.

Pen: Here you go.

He pulls out what appears to be a scroll and hands it to you.

Pen: I'm getting tired of the boss calling me to reach you, so I got you your own scroll.

You finally swallow your muffin, pounding your chest a little as you grab the small device.

(Y/n): Great. How much do I owe?

Pen: I had one of the boys swipe one off some rando on the streets. Just factory reset the thing, hope it doesn't have a tracker, and your good.

The thought of petty thievery causes you to let out a light hearted chuckle. Curiosity and boredom engulf you for a moment, so you open the scroll and start snooping. All while Pen reaches over and swipes a muffin from you.

Pen: So yeah, this is a bit of a random spot to eat, even for you. What gives?

(Y/n): There're some pictures of kids in this thing. I don't know whether to find it cute or disturbing... Anyway, I heard about an interesting fact that I wanted to test out on the public.

Pen: Does it involve muffins?

(Y/n): I wish. No, this involves the faunus. Apparently, much like their eyes, their ears are sensitive enough to be both a blessing and a curse for them. While they could probably hear two people fuck each other stupid from two blocks away, they can also go deaf from volumes that normal people could handle. The reason I'm eating outside of this subpar bakery is because it's some of the few businesses in the city owned by "proud hard working faunus!" Just take a peek through that window and watch.

Pen does exactly that and turns to one of the bakery's windows, taking a bite out of the muffin as he does so, spotting several customers and workers milling about. Meanwhile, you pull out a small silver whistle and put it up to your crumb covered lips. With a gentle blow, practically no sound comes out of it. Inside the bakery, however, anyone with animalistic features begin to sport looks of discomfort and confusion. You blow into the whistle a little harder, and some start covering whichever sets of ears hurt most. All while the normal people look on in concern.

You stop blowing and quickly put away the whistle as you do your best to hold back laughter. Pen raises an eyebrow behind his red glasses as he turns back to you.

(Y/n): Hehehe! And you know the best part? This is considered a hate crime! God as my witness, I will find a way to weaponize sound.

Pen: Well, that's a fun little fact... Anyway, we need to head back to the club. We're throwing a going away party for Gōngrén, and--

(Y/n): Woah woah woah. Who's Gōngrén, and why should I care?

Pen: He used to work the night shifts at the bar before he got ran over by a speeder a few days ago. Unfortunately, he can't walk anymore, so he's retiring.

(Y/n): Damn.

Pen: Yeah. Real shame to lose him. He's one of the few guys we have with a semblance. And it was pretty useful, too.

(Y/n):..... The hell's a semblance?

Pen: Uhm.... A semblance is kinda a supernatural ability that pretty much everyone has if they know how to unlock it.

(Y/n): We have superpowers?

Pen: Yep. Which is directly connected to our souls.

(Y/n): We have souls?!

Pen: Uhh, yeah? What, were you born yesterday?

(Y/n): Actually, last month. But enough about that. Let's head to the club and get shitfaced from someone else's expense.

You grab the last muffin and get up from the table along with Pen, who is sporting a slightly confused expression towards you. As you both head back to the parking lot, the faunus in the bakery slowly recover from the harsh earrape they just endured.

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