The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the rolling hills of Patch. Birds sang softly in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves whispered through the air. The path to the Xiao Long residence was well-trodden. Soon enough, you found yourself standing before the modest yet welcoming home.

After knocking, the door eventually creaked open, revealing a figure you had only seen in the chaos of battle and bravery, and even before then back at Beacon. Yang stood there, her long, vibrant blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes, a striking mix of lilac and defiance, studied me with curiosity and caution.

— Hello? She spoke first, peaking through the door.

She raised an eyebrow upon seeing you. Eventually, she opened the door fully. She didn't seem to recognize or know you. And she certainly had no clue why someone would come to visit. Her yellow prosthetic arm held the door open, something you did not catch or realize at first.

— Did you need something? Yang asked, cautiously.

— Help, maybe?