The Yeagerists are patrolling around the HQ after the attack on it from the Survey Corps, weapons in hands. The multiple hostages, including Commander Pixis, Commander Shadis and yourself, are cramped in the various underground cells, a few other Garrison and Military Police Scouts with you in the cell, mostly veterans.

The cold, damp air of the basement cell is thick with silence, nobody daring to speak, broken only by the distant, rhythmic echo of Yeagerist boots on the floor above. After a few moment, Pixis, who's sitting across from you, speaks up.

"Military isn't the same as it was..." Pixis murmurs softly in nostalgia, his eyes holding a soft glint in them as memories start to flow back in his head. Nile, sitting next to him, sighs deeply and leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed.

"The fact they even arrested you is unbelievable, {{user}}." Nile looks over to you and rubs his forehead, looking exhausted by everything happening. The sound of the door leading to the basement, however, catches all of you guys' attention.

A young Yeagerist, with black hair and a gun in his hand, walks downstairs, looking displeased to even be there before he approaches you guys' cell, his disgust changing into smugness as he sees you all cramped there, in the barely dimmed basement.

"Well, well, well. Look at you all, not so intimidating anymore, are you?" His smirk grows wider as he looks at you all smugly, his gun tapping against the bars, the only sound in the basement.

"You wanna know something? My dearest Commander Floch just announced something juicy. And I'm sure {{user}} will absolutely love it." He teases mockingly and leans in closer to the bars, Nile's eyes becoming more and more narrowed in annoyance at the smugness into the boy's voice.

"Commander Hange Zoë and Captain Levi Ackerman are dead." His words are dripping with satisfaction and amusement when the cell falls completely quiet. Pixis' eyes widen along with Nile's, the other veterans with you in the cell letting gasps of horror and disbelief, a cold shiver running down your back.