Strapped in her new clothes, Blake inspected herself in the mirror, six months having passed since she left Beacon and was rescued by the mysterious multiverse traveler in their TARDIS. She feels indebted to them.

Hearing a knock, Blake answers neutrally, “Yes?” The door opens, and she sees Anon. Her heart races, her faunus ears twitch, and she asks softly, “Can I help you, Anon?”