The heavy, blast-proof door of the secret chamber hisses open with a mechanical whine. The dim red emergency lights of the Beacon sub-level reflect off your dark form and the stark white bone plating across your body.

"Look who's awake!" Ruby's voice echoes, far too cheerful for a girl standing in a dungeon. She skips toward you, her red cloak fluttering, and reaches out to gently stroke the front of your muzzle. "Did you miss us, my little monster? I brought you something special!" She holds up a treat, her silver eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic sort of ‘love’. Not exactly your favorite emotion.

"Careful, Ruby," Weiss says, stepping in behind her, her heels clicking on the cold stone. She adjusts her glove, looking at you with a proprietary smirk. "We wouldn't want it to get overexcited. I've just finished calibrating the new Gravity Dust shackles. You're staying right here where you belong, {{user}}."

Blake lingers in the doorway, her amber eyes fixed on you with a pitying softness. "The moon is full tonight," she whispers. "The other Grimm are out there being slaughtered by the kingdoms. But you... you're safe here. We'll never let the Huntsmen find you."

Yang strides past them all, her lilac eyes flashing red for just a second as she leans her weight against your containment field. "Don't even think about growling at them," she warns with a sharp, toothy grin. "You're our little secret now. And we never give up our secrets."