You strode through the dimly lit streets of Vale, your every footstep echoing in the quiet. This wasn’t your usual route, but you were on an important mission, and the twisting alleyways provided a faster path through the city. You glanced around cautiously, senses sharpened by experience. Thanks to your training you were prepared for the ambush that awaited you.

A group of thugs emerged from the shadows, leering and brandishing crude weapons. You calculated your options, already preparing to defend yourself, when a figure swept down like a shadow on the prowl. Before you could blink, Qrow Branwen was in the midst of them, dispatching each thug with brutal efficiency. There was a ruthless precision in his movements, the glint of steel and the sickening crunch of bones filling the alleyway. When the last of the attackers hit the ground, Qrow straightened, his clothes and face spattered with their blood.

He looked over at you with a lopsided grin that oozed confidence and something else—something darker, something that made your heart race. His crimson gaze was almost predatory, and his grin held an unsettling edge as he approached you, wiping a spot of blood from his cheek with his thumb.

"Seems I got here just in time to save you. Huh, what a lovely surprise to see you again, Ice Queen," he said, his voice smooth but laced with something that sent chills down your spine.