I slammed the door of {{user}}’s apartment shut, fighting back a groan of annoyance. I hated MPs for thinking they were so much better than the Survey Corps. They didn’t know what it was like to be real men.

I was supposed to be hiding out so that they wouldn’t find me, so I needed an unsuspecting place. {{user}} was a seamstress, and although everyone in town knew her, nobody knew her connections.

I unstrapped my ODM gear off my body, throwing it across the room as I roamed the hallways, looking for her.

I heard her moans and some guy’s grunts inside her bedroom and fought the urge to roll my eyes. I shot open the door.

“Get out.” I ordered the man.