Beacon Academy courtyard. Nightime...
3rd person POV.

The young Marine could be seen walking around the "castle's" exterior. There was a faint fog surrounding him, and it was starting to get a bit cold, unlike before, when he was sweating due to the hot weather before it became nightime.

'Okay... Tropical weather, hot and dry during daytime, cold and humid during nightime... God damn it, I need to find someone...'

He thought as he still kept walking aimlessly around the place, trying to find anyone that may help him get out of this confusing and frustrating situation.

Mike: "Damn it. Hello!? HELLO!?!"

Meanwhile...

On top of the "castle's" tower, there was a white-haired man wearing a green suit sitting on a chair in front of a desk, holding a cup of coffe.
This same man was also looking at some sort of futuristic monitor, which displayed a flat hologram of a screen. And in said screen was some footage of the same Marine that was wondering the courtyard.

???: "Hmm, interesting..."
-The man said to himself as he looked at the camera footage of the lost Marine, taking a sip from his mug. This was something he had never seen before, and it peeked his interest, so he got up from his chair and began to walk towards an elevator that was in the same room.

*Ding*

That's the sound said elevator made as soon as the doors opened. After that, the man entered the elevator.
What was his plan? Well, helping the disoriented Marine, of course.

Elsewhere...

Mike's POV.

Mike: "HELLO!?! IS ANYONE THERE!?"
-I shouted once again, trying to figure out if this place wasn't abandoned or something. This was getting on my nerves, and my short temper didn't help at all during this situation.

'For God's sake! There's gotta be someone in this giant shithole!'

I thought as I was getting more and more and more impatient. I was getting a tight grip on my M4 due to the frustration.
After hours of walking through a forest I finally find the only place that may have civilization completely empty.
As the frustration finally consumed me, I did the most stupid thing I could've done...

Mike: "Grrrr... BLAH!"

*BRATATA!*

I just fired a burst of my carbine on the floor a few feet ahead of me... It made a lot of noise, and maybe it would've alerted someone. I may have dragged some attention in the wrong way I intended...
As I said, a very stupid idea.

Mike: "Shit... I shouldn't have done that... I might be going crazy."
-There I realized that I may have fucked up the entire situation, and instead of getting the answers I seeked, I was probably going to get my ass kicked by the ones around here.

???: "Or you might be desperate."

Mike: "JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!"
-I shouted and turned around to aim my gun at where that voice came from, seeing an unkown figure in the middle of the fog.

???: "Put the weapon down. I'm no enemy of yours."
-He replied while I still had a steady aim to his head. But after a couple of seconds, I calmed down, put the gun away and put it on safety.
Now I could see him clearly as he approached me. He had an almost pale skin and light gray hair, almost completely white. He also wore a black jacket and pants with a dark green shirt underneath. He had a weird-looking cane in his hands too...

Mike: "Who are you?"
-I asked, still sounding a bit nervous. This guy gave me a bad vibe, and I didn't like that at all, but I had no one else that could help me now.

???: "I am Proffesor Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon Academy. Also known as, the place you are currently in."

'Wait, academy? This big-ass place is a freakin' academy!?'

Ozpin: "I noticed you weren't one of my students and you seemed lost, so I decided to help you."

Mike: "Oh... Yeah, about that. I got A LOT of questions sooo... Could we talk somewhere else? Maybe on a more private or comfortable place?"
-I stuttered a little, trying to stay calm, 'cause after all that stress I've been wanting to punch something hard so I could calm down for a while.

Ozpin: "Sure. Follow me, I'll take you to my office."
-He replied before he walked right past me, pulling out a red smart-phone-looking device out of his pocket. I also noticed that he was typing something in it, but I couldn't see what it was exactlty.

'Well... This will take some time...'

I thought as I began to follow "Ozpin" towards his office. I sighed before I began to walk, but after I took some steps, I began to feel tired, exhausted... I got distracted for a second and I began to get some flashbacks of recent events.

"Hey! Shoot that motherfucker!"

*BLAMM!*

"Changin' mags! Changin' mags!"

*UDDABUDDA!*

"We've got a problem!"
"What now!?!"

*BRRRRRRRTTTTTTT!*

"MAN DOWN! WE GOT A MAN DOWN!"

*BOOM!*

Mike: "Gah!"
-I yelped softly, stopping dead on my tracks before I began taking deep breaths. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Ozpin, whom turned around to look at me after he heard me.

Ozpin: "Hm? Are you okay?"
-He asked me as he raised an eyebrow, probably wondering what the hell was going through my mind.

Mike: "Y-yeah, I'm fine."
-I lied as I stuttered a little bit, to which he apparently shrugged and continued walking, with me following close behind.

'Yeah... Finely fucked-up...'

TO BE CONTINUED...