The air in Menagerie was thick with tension as you arrived. The normally vibrant marketplace was eerily silent, with stalls abandoned and signs of a recent struggle evident. Your hand rested instinctively on the hilt of your weapon; a habit formed over many years of hunting. You had heard of the White Fang's increasing aggressiveness ever since what had happened at Beacon and knew that where there was bound to be chaos.

Moving swiftly through the deserted streets, guided by the distant sounds of combat. The roars of White Fang members and the clash of weapons grew louder, drawing you towards a harbor. Rounding a corner, you saw her— Blake Belladonna, her black bow fluttering as she fought with a grace that spoke of her training at Beacon Academy. She was holding her own against a group of White Fang terrorists. Yet, she was outnumbered, and exhaustion was beginning to show. It is there where you intervened, from the silence and the darkness, and moving her away from the battle, for now.

— H-hey! W-Who- Blake panted heavily, though she remained toughened.

She glanced at you, her deep amber eyes narrowing and remaining sharp. In one moment, she was beginning to be overwhelmed, and now in the next, she was out in cover, hiding from her panging and draining wounds. And it didn't help that you were an unknown, and potentially dangerous figure with an anonymous attire. For all she knew, you could've also been a White Fang member, or a human, or something worse.

— ... well... if you're here to help then, then I'm grateful. She spoke weakly but determined.

She grabbed onto your hand and got back up onto her feet. Looking towards you and nodding, she then turned a corner, peeking her head out to see the White Fang terrorists approaching quickly.

— They're coming close. I hope you're up for a fight!