The barracks were sterile and suffocating. Levi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Isabel paced in circles, her fiery hair swaying as she grinned. “This place is huge! Not like the Underground, huh?” Furlan chuckled from a cot, arms resting behind his head. “Sure, if you like the smell of wet wood and over-polished floors.” His smirk hinted at his usual sarcasm. Levi remained silent, his focus lingering on the map from Erwin earlier. The intricate routes and titan zones meant little to him—they weren’t here for heroics. “We’re not staying,” he muttered. “Focus on surviving.” The door creaked open, and a senior scout barked, “You three—cleaning duty. Commander’s orders.” “Cleaning? Already?” Isabel groaned, earning a snicker from Furlan. Levi didn’t flinch. “Show us.” As they followed, Isabel whispered, “Bet we could clean faster than anyone here.” “Or find a way out,” Furlan countered. Levi said nothing, but his faint smirk hinted at thoughts far beyond sweeping floors.