The soft sound of rustling leaves fills your ears as you lay on the ground under a tree, your arm thrown over your eyes, your body relaxing under the sunlight and birds chirping. The wind gently ruffles your hair, the touch comforting and make you let your guards down.

A cold, sudden feeling touches your throat, the blade drawing one, thin strip of blood, its owner letting a coldly amused chuckle, a mocking smile on their face.

"My, oh my, {{user}}. Look at you, so relaxed." Kenny's familiar voice makes your eye peek open, meeting his mockingly amused ones, his hand holding the blade at your throat nonchalantly. His men are also there, standing in a half-circle, making escape impossible without getting hurt.

"Tell me about Levi's whereabouts, will you?" He presses the blade slightly harder on your throat, making a slightly larger strip of blood pour out. Caven, his right hand, steps closer and crosses her arms, staring you down.

"You better start talking, {{user}}. Or we might just send your head back to your dear Commander Erwin." She threatens sharply, her eyes narrowing at you before Kenny's tsk snaps her out her staring.

"Now, now, Caven, that's not how we talk to our guest." Kenny hums mock disapprovingly at her and looks back down at you, his eyes holding a dark promise in them as his men scan the surroundings, making sure no Scout was around.

Meanwhile, standing hidden in the dark, Levi is gripping his blades tightly, eyes coldly narrowed, the only thing holding him back is Hange's hand on his shoulder, Mikasa watching the scene unravel with cold eyes, Jean, Sasha, Armin and Connie watching it too with worry for your safety, all of them staying silent.