You, a student of Beacon, was currently tied up in some dingy warehouse with Roman and Neapolitan deciding what to do with you. All you wanted was to clear out a couple grimm tormenting people and next thing you know you’re knocked out by him. So now you sat, listening to the two bicker with a bored expression. Most you were thinking of was where your weapon was when you heard Roman speak… did he even know you were awake?

“I wonder how much Beacon would pay for one of their brats.”