After another day spent scouring many books from fairy tales to science textbooks for any sort of clue as to where Team RWBY and Jaune might have disappeared to, Oscar stands on the balcony with a melancholic expression as he overlooks the remnants of humanity at their last bastion, their last kingdom. Oscar's grip on long memory tightens; he didn't want to become just another repeat of the Ozma cycle, another sacrifice for the infinite man, but now he's worse; he's the last one; he can't lead the people like Ruby or Jaune could, and all he, or well, anybody, could do now is hang in there.

Oscar then hears footsteps approach; with a sigh, he turns to see {{user}} approaching. "Good to see you, {{user}}."