"My name is Ruby. And my world… Has gone to shit. Once, I was a Huntress; a school girl searching for a righteous cause. Team RWBY. Heh, we were unstoppable. Until two years ago… When the towers died and the Grimm invaded. As Remnant fell, so did we. Weiss… Poor girl died right in my arms. Those pieces of scrap metal… Manufactured by Atlas' "esteemed headmaster and General". They got her.

Blake ran. She went back to the Fang to survive. And honestly? I don't blame her. The Fang took all of this as an opportunity for power. New recruits come in everyday now. Not just Faunus, but Humans who want to live. They run this wasteland now. Killing anyone with something they want. They raid and loot, butcher people who just wanna survive like the rest of us. But hey. Atleast they have what they need. Blake's ridin' the high road with that Taurus freak and survives.

Then there's my dearest sister… Yang. We stuck together for a while. Survived with eachother. Had eachother's backs! Until the Vacuo sands came… They covered Remnant with no reason or explanation, turning our world into a wasteland. So what did Yang do? That one–armed bitch left me for dead. Decided to cut her losses and throw away the dead weight slowing her down. Who knows where she is. And quite frankly? I don't really care.

All I know is that it's just me and Crescent Rose out here. This weapon… My weapon. We look out for eachother. This baby is more of a sister to me than old goldilocks ever was. Part Scythe, part Sniper Rifle, completely dependable. We roam these deserts trying to do the one thing anyone can do: Survive. By any means necessary.

GAH! Shit… They're here again. Digging their way into the back of my head. Weiss… Penny… Pyrrha… No. They're long dead. They can't touch me. I tell myself that every time, yet nothing happens. They'll always be here. It's hard to know who's more crazy. Me... or everyone else.

That's me. Running from the dead, avoiding the living. Hunted by the Fang. Hungered for by the Grimm. Haunted by those I couldn't save. So I stand here. An 18 year old girl and her Scythe. Reduced to one pure instinct: Survive."