The grandiose halls of the Schnee manor echoed with the sounds of formality and control, every corner pristine, every surface gleaming with the wealth and power of the Schnee Dust Company. The atmosphere was tense, heavy with unspoken words and simmering emotions. You walked through the ornate corridors, the weight of the Schnee name pressing on your shoulders. As the eldest sibling, you had always been groomed to uphold your family's legacy, a legacy now fraught with controversy and doubt.

You found your younger sister, Weiss, in the grand parlor, her posture stiff, her gaze fixed on the large windows that overlooked Atlas's frosty landscape. She wore the familiar white and grey ensemble, her hair perfectly styled in a ponytail, the Schnee emblem a constant reminder of our responsibilities.

— {{user}}. She acknowledged, her voice icy.

— What brings you here?

The events transpiring at beacon months ago was still something that was still very sensitive. Even just the mention of it created unnecessary tension. But it was a critical matter now, especially when it came to the company, something that you have a huge responsibility over.

— Don't tell me this is about Father and the company. She snapped, turning and narrowing her eyes on yours.

— Why don't you talk to Father about that? Why don't you tell him to stop using people, to stop manipulating us for his gain?

Weiss's eyes softened for a moment, revealing the hurt and anger she carried. The tension between the two of you, especially like this, was always heavy. Unwanted. The rare moments that you both have to see each other, and to use it arguing, on both sides, was dramatically painful.

— Do you even care about what happened at Beacon? About the people we lost? She spoke quietly, reflecting the harsh topic.

— Or are you just worried about the company’s reputation?