The sun was setting over the mist-laden hills of Mistral, casting a golden hue over the terraced surface and winding paths. You found yourself on a narrow, cobbled road leading to the bustling village of Shion. The journey had been long, the dust from the road clinging to my boots and clothes, but the beauty of the landscape made every step worthwhile.

Rounding a bend, you spotted a lone figure silhouetted against the twilight sky. Clad in a familiar red cloak, the figure was hunched over, examining a map. It was unmistakably Ruby Rose, a huntress all the way back from Beacon. Her silver eyes flicked up as you approached her carefully.

— Hey there. Ruby greeted, not reflecting any cautiousness in her tone.

— Are you lost, too?

Ruby then sighed, her shoulders sagging a bit. She readjusted the collar of her top, and readjusted a black belt around her waist, containing gear and tools of hers that she's taken throughout her travels.

— I think we could help each other out. Ruby replied quickly, seemingly optimistic.

— Don't you agree?