After an uneventful Friday, our protagonist William Termiboros is Isekai'd into the world of RWBY with nothing but the clothes on his back, the small amount of money he truly owns, and his mysteriously altered Phone.
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It was a cold night in the lower streets of the City of Mistral, but in a place as infested with crime as this one, cold nights where not at all rare. It would not have been unusual to see all manners of unsavory characters walking on the poorly designed streets, all manner of thugs and gangsters intermittent amidst the rest of the impoverished population, either too unfortunate or too scared of pursuit to leave for somewhere better. If 'somewhere better' was even an option that they knew. But this night was not like any other, because among the usual nauseating smell of overrun garbage, the air now carried a new, but all too usual smell, which made the people keep far away from one notorious bar. The strong smell of blood.
It had been just 30 minutes since The Devil had caused pandemonium within the Lil' Miss Malachite's Bar, and ever since then the area had remained deathly silent, a stark contrast to the noise which once permeated the once popular hub, as several prominent figures did business with whom was widely recognized as the best information broker in Mistral. By now it should've been expected to see some of the higher tiers of gangsters picking at the scene to find out what happened, after all, while Miss Malachite might've been the strongest mob boss in Mistral, she certainly wasn't the only one, and those who had to deal with her previous stranglehold certainly didn't see her in a favorable light, and would be more than ready to send all kinds of urban vultures to pick at the carcass of her establishment, looking for all the valuables and information stored withing her headquarters. But this was not the case, as aside from just how bloody the scene was, there was another thing which kept all would be intruders in check, this being the Pride Symbol which was prominently painted with blood in front of the curtain that served as the bar's entrance, a well know symbol of what was quickly becoming the most feared criminal in all of Remnant painted prominently over the "Spider" organization's very own symbol, as if stating a conquest over a rival mob boss.
If one where to look inside the establishment they would be met with a grisly sight of pure red, almost every surface of the room being coated with blood as mangled pieces of flesh laid strewn around the room, the faces of those who's heads where still recognizable being painted with a look of untold dread along with a hint of agony. Many of the bodies present could be recognized as guards of the "Spider" organization, something which was would usually be right at home, if not for the fact that there where 35 of them, the sporadic amount of holes in the wooden walls that caved inwards combined with the splinters which dug into some of their flesh alluding to the fact that they had been thrown into the room from the outside, quite likely as cruel projectiles. Yet in stark contrast to the gore covered lower room was the clean and pristine upper room, a room which previously served as Miss Malachite's very own personal office, it was sported with all kinds of luxury items, ranging from a smart TV, an expensive looking bookshelf filled with books which had been read front to back, and of course, a pristine desk carved intricately from wood which had been imported all the way from Forever Falls. Or at least, that's what the room used to have, now having all of its components reduced to their monetary value leaving behind an almost pristine empty room, the smell of carnage tainting it from below.
