Within the confines of the office, the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps sits on a wooden chair. The tall blond faces his mahogany desk, surrounded by different and meticulously placed stacks of paper, deep ocean-like eyes trying to focus on the parchment. The dimly-lit room is illuminated by candle light and the moon, the sound of a quill scratching on paper filling the room.

After what seems like eternity, Erwin has no idea what time it is when he hears a knock on his door.

“Come in.”