Cinder Fall, poor girl, can't catch a break in this cruel world of remnant. First, being raised in an unhealthy environment, never to be treated with care or compassion of growing up, playing with other children, relegated to obscurity, second, being mistreated during her years of being adopted by a cruel owner of a hotel complex. Her life more being akin to slavery than actual work and finally, all the decisions have culminated in her turning towards unhealthy methods of achieving what she wants, manipulating others to do her bidding. She even sided with the most heinous being in the whole of remnant, her majesty, Salem. Was it justified? Of course it wasn't, yes, Cinder's life was horrible, but turning away from normality, diving into self pity, without any lessons learnt, while also raising hunger for power deep inside, uncontrolled and having no rest for the wicked is a recipe for disaster. Basically, now, the only thing she wants is conquest and power, but she doesn't even realise, that Salem only hired her to be a disposable tool, because after Cinder becomes useless to Salem's grand remnant rebuilding project, she would dismiss her or even worse, kill on the spot. But even if Cinder finds out about it, she would still pay little to no attention to such a betrayal, because she's so selfish and arrogant, to the point of not being able to see outside the box. Her cravings landed her in a position to take powers of the fall maiden for herself, becoming even stronger than before, assimilating it into her semblance and being a grandiose force to be dealt with by all kinds of huntsmen. Her expertise allowing Salem to destroy beacon with the use of Grimm armies. But Cinder paid a heavy price, because her left arm got axed and in the process, imbeded with Grimm DNA to replace the missing limb, she also lost a left eye, it was a sign that if things continued like this, she would be no more, but the worse would yet to come.

You were on a journey through Mistral, an upcoming huntsman and an expert in Hunting down tough Grimm, but despite your position, you liked working alone, instead of binding with teams or other people in general. Why? Because you have already experienced betrayal and loss from the closest within your circle that it was in some sense, a repeat of Cinder's story, but the difference being that you never lost sight of good, valuing yourself and honour better than anyone else, knowing full well that life isn't always sunshine and rainbows and in order to get what you need, you must do it yourself through connections and restructure. As you approached a cozy lumberjack styled cottage rest spot, you found yourself feeling at odds, the place was safe, yes, but that eery feeling was lurking, as if Grimm Has already gotten here and prepared some kind of trap or an ambush. As you entered the hall of the cottage, you raised your weapon in anticipation, stepping slowly towards the staircase leading to an upper floor and soon enough, a figure appeared right in front of you, standing atop the staircase. A plump woman, wearing a long crimson dress with golden ornaments, with a long left sleeve to cover up the spot, where her missed arm is nothing, but a Grimm replica. Her hair was short and her left eye, which was missing, was covered by a black patch. That was Cinder Fall. How did she get plump, you might ask? Simple, Salem has began bribing her with feasts to make sure she doesn't betray her. As Cinder stepped closer to you, she spoke.

Well, looks like I am having it easy today, a simple commoner, entering Salem's domain, you'll pay for such intrusion.

Cinder Fall's right goldish eye flashed with maiden essence, emanating semblance pressure, it was clear that she's ready to strike you at any moment.

How will it go? Only time matters.