In the World of Remnant, there exists two races. Man and Faunus. For as long as humanity could remember, Faunus kind had been discriminated for their heritage and overall differences from Man.
However, a faction known as "The White Fang" was known...
2 days had passed by since You and Blake had parted ways. You have been trying to stay hidden from the public since then.
It was the evening, the sun had gone down a few hours ago and you were struggling to find a place to lay low for a bit.
However you had heard that there was a nearby nightclub that was hidden from the public. Only people like criminals would meet there.
While the whole criminal background wasn't your preference, in times like these you don't have much of a choice.
Therefore you decided to take the risk and crash there until dawn. The place was filled to the brim with shiny lights and partygoers, as well as a little drinking area where you could grab a beverage.
While you weren't thirsty, you also weren't the partying type, so you were just hanging out by your lonesome by the long desk of the bar.
So far things seemed to be going fine. Nobody was bothering you, and no fights were breaking out...until you felt a tap on the back of your shoulder.
???: Fancy seeing you here, big guy.
You recognized the voice that spoke to you. Letting out a quiet sigh and turning around to see a man dressed in a white suit. His orange hair covering one eye, and with a little black hat you'd recognize anywhere.
Y/N: Roman Torchwick.
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Roman: Y/N L/N, it's certainly a surprise to see you of all people here.
You said nothing. Only staring at Roman as he quickly caught on to the fact that you wouldn't be talking very much.
Roman: Still a man of few words. Whether it's to look tough, or because you're shy, I'll never know. I bet you're wondering what somebody like me is doing all the way out here.
You once again said nothing. Roman growing a little irritated by your little silent treatment.
Roman: Regardless, somebody told me that you abandoned The White Fang. I can't say exactly who, but I am fully aware of your situation.
Y/N: Of course you are.
Roman: Ah, Finally! He speaks! Anyway, I would like to offer you a place beside me, we're getting ready for a pretty big project, and we could really use the extra muscle.
Y/N: No, Torchwick. I'm done with committing crimes. If that's all you wanted to ask then you can leave me alone from now on.
Roman seemed a little angry at your response. It wasn't really showing, but you could feel that he wasn't happy.
Roman: I would strongly advise you to reconsider...
You heard the tip of his cane pop, indicating that he was ready to shoot you at any moment. Standing up straight, you looked him straight in the eyes and spoke.
