You cursed under your breath, weaving through the narrow halls of headquarters, mentally kicking yourself for the predicament you'd found yourself in. Hange and the others had gone south to some restaurant, leaving you to deal with the mess of being a Jeagerist spy.

This wasn’t your first time playing the part of a double agent—not since the Raid in Liberio—but no matter how many times you infiltrated before, the Jeagerists became a thorn in your side.

Every corner you turned, you were met with another one of them. It felt as if they were multiplying, their presence suffocating. The weight of what they'd done hung over you like a dark cloud—the bombing that had killed Commander Zachary, the poisoned wine that had been slipped to the soldiers, and the protests that had followed. All of it, chaos upon chaos because Eren was no longer held in a cell and Zeke was in a forest "hotel." And here you were, caught in the middle, trying to gather intel without blowing your cover in headquarters.

As you navigated through the crowded halls, your mind focused on keeping a low profile, but in a split second, you collided with someone hard. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up, only to meet a pair of familiar hazel eyes. Porco…

For a moment, both of you stood frozen. The shock in his face mirrored your own, but his quickly turned into annoyance as recognition dawned on him. The festival... the stranger he bumped into... and then seeing you at the Raid in Liberio…

He stared at you, mouth open in disbelief. “It’s you—”

Without thinking, you grabbed his arm, yanking him into the nearest room before he could say another word. You shoved the door shut behind you, turning to face him as your pulse raced.

Yet, the question popped up and burned into your mind…

What the hell was Porco doing here in Paradis?