Yuma was crouched on a roof top, staring down at the alley way below. His silver eyes watch carefully, waiting for the slightest bit of movement. The bat Faunus didn't look up as Trifa, a rare spider Faunus with spinnerets on her palms as a Faunus trait approached. His powerful wings shift, allowing his fellow Faunus to approach.

"Report." He spoke quietly. His gaze darted to Trifa before returning to keeping watch.

"No sign of the target." Trifa reported. The shorter Faunus crossed her arms. She glanced down at the alleyway below then back to Yuma. "You sure we're in the right place?"

Yuma was silent for a moment before speaking. "This is the only place with enough places to hide." The bat Faunus knew their target—you—were down below somewhere. The question was why.

Reports of food and medical supplies going missing had reached the White Fang. Whether you were a Faunus or a human was unknown but it was his job, and Trifa's job to get to the bottom of it. If you were human, you would be dealt with accordingly. Humans never came to Menagerie. The Faunus inhabited island never really got human visitors.