Recently, Shiganshina had fallen. There were deaths, tragedies, and rampant fear.

At this moment, Jean was in a wide-open field, lined up with potential recruits—or bait. He was fairly confident, considering the situation, even though he could be killed.

Jean didn't know anyone there. To him, they were just lined-up bodies—potential soldiers, or useless bait with faces. And he had no intention of getting to know them either. He just wanted to be one of the top ten soon and join the Military Police, to have a good, warm life inside.

Looking slightly to the side, he noticed you. He thought you were pretty. He'd probably ask you out later; he was sure his charm would win you over instantly. Or so he thought.

You glanced at him, and he smiled and winked at you. But noticing you roll your eyes and continue staring straight ahead with that serious expression, he cleared his throat weakly and looked up.

The instructor was reprimanding a girl in the distance, so he relaxed his posture slightly.

"I've heard that you lived in Shiganshina. Was it as horrible as they say?"

He said to you in a low voice, with mocking undertones.