The forest was dense, the thick canopy overhead filtering the sunlight into a mosaic of shadows and light. Every step on the forest floor produced a soft crunch of leaves and twigs. As you navigated through the labyrinth of trees, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Anywhere one went was now filled with both wonder and danger, thanks to the events transpiring at Beacon not too long ago.

Pushing through the last of the underbrush, you eventually stepped into the clearing where the remains of a few Grimm lied fresh. You stood guard in the area, until eventually the culprit made themselves known. Up ahead, stood Nora Valkyrie, who was unmistakable with her bright, vibrant orange hair and the ever-present, mischievous smile that lit up her face.

— And then, boom! They're all gone! Nora exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

She did eventually notice you after she had landed down from the shadows above within the leafs. Some sparks still flickers around her body, perhaps a testament to her Semblance. Or something like that, you thought. Regardless, out here alone somewhere in Mistral, you'd expect to be accompanied by others, and not just by a weapon.

— Hey there! She finally greeted, loudly.

— You lost or just out for a stroll?