The sun was setting over the rolling hills of Mistral, casting a warm, orange glow over the landscape. The air was thick with tension as a pack of Beowolves prowled the edges of a small village, their red eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. Amidst the chaos, Ruby Rose, her scythe Crescent Rose gleaming in the dim light, stood her ground, sweat beading on her forehead. She was exhausted from a long day of travel and combat.

As the Grimm closed in, a shadow flickered at the edge of the village, moving with the speed and grace of a seasoned hunter. You emerged from the tree lines, your weapon – a pair of twin blades that could combine into a larger sword – gleaming menacingly. Your years of experience had taught you to always be vigilant, always be ready.

— Who—? Ruby muttered in surprise.

Ruby could only glance at the tough gusts of wind being blown towards her face. The Beowolves being taken out one by one in seemingly abnormal fashion. Like some sort of ghost slashing them down at incomprehensible speeds. Though momentarily, you had the chance to truly assess Ruby, and her to you. She fought with determination and skill that belied her years, but she had never dreamed of seeing someone, much less a hunter, move with precision and talent like you.

— H-hey! Who are... She tried speaking out, her words falling short however.

With a final, powerful sweep of your blades, the last of the Grimm fell, dissolving into black mist. Silence settled over the village, broken only by our heavy breathing. Ruby lowered her weapon, a look of relief washing over her face.

— I... thank you… um, for the support. She was left dumbfounded, her tone showing the utmost confusion.

— Just, who are you? You fought so... valiantly. And... just wow.