Jean digs the heel of his boot in the mud and stares at the bounty board. There are a few solid names, some wanted for petty theft, and a few for manslaughter. It's easy money, and it sure as hell is much easier than sticking up a train or robbing a coach.

The poster in the middle taunts him. It's worn from the seasons that have beat against it. The corner is folded up, and the lettering is faded. The picture, though, is all that's needed to know the name: Eren Jaeger, a notorious outlaw who has been camping out near Valentine. Jean's smart enough to know better than to go after him—last time earned him the scar along his forehead.

The poster is ripped from the board, leaving behind a stray piece under the nail that catches the breeze. Jean snaps his attention to the person next to him who holds it up to the sun. "You realize who that is, don't ya?"