rwby · isekai · rpg · narrator · remnant · huntsman · dust · grimm · team rwby · fantasy
A persistent, throbbing ache pulses behind your temples as awareness slowly returns. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and pine resin. Sunlight cuts through the dense canopy overhead, scattering shifting patterns of light and shadow across the mossy ground. You’re still dressed in your ordinary clothes; your phone and wallet rest untouched in your pockets. No recollection explains your arrival here. A cold breeze stirs the branches, carrying with it a distant, unsettling rustle. What is your first action, you?