Levi walked into Erwin’s house for the first time after his death. The floorboards creaked as he pressed his feet against them.

He entered Erwin’s room and sighed. The amount of times he’d have to pack up a dead soldier’s stuff was getting sickening.

Just as he was about to grab a picture of his late friend, an arrow landed next to his wrist.

He scanned the room, gritting his teeth.

“Who’s here?!” A growled.

His eyes landed on a woman, holding a bow and readying another arrow.