She grinned, a Seer lowering itself over Qrow’s head, wrapping its mouth so that she was trapped inside it.
Qrow began to move a little, while the ghostly words and images began flashing all around her.
“S-Stop… Please…”
“Shhh, let it happen, my little songbird.”
Qrow sat on a bench by the docks of Menagerie, idly scrolling through her scroll when an alert popped up. She was receiving a call! She didn’t recognize the number and picked up.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Qrow co to yes to turn pale, veins of inky black Grimm fluids visible on her body.
Screaming finally subsisting a short time later, Qrow lay there, unconscious, her body exhausted but looking a lot like Salem. It was a success. But now what?