"Oh! I, I'm so sorry."

He said as he grabbed your bag. A boy, probably around the age of 17, had just ran into you. His ocean eyes, and golden hair looked too good to be true.

"I'm Armin Arlert." He passed you back your bag. However cute this boy was, you knew one thing, he was an Eldian. A devil. And you were a Marleyan.