The dying sunlight painted an array of reds across the bloodied battlefield, Trost becoming home to the Titans who’d began to claim the land. Humanity’s only hope? Eren, whose newfound Titan form was using all of its strength to lift a large bolder with the hopes of using it to seal the hole created by the Colossal Titan in the wall. The scene played out perfectly, as though it were straight out of a fantasy novel. There’s no denying the spark of fighting spirit this nearly earned victory had achieved, not all was perfect. For amidst the chaos and destruction, one soldier had overheard a conversation that would’ve been best to simply run right past. Atop a rooftop, stood Marco. Eyes widened, staring at his comrades Reiner and Bertholdt. Who had been mulling over Eren’s Titan form, and saying something along the lines of having their own form. This undoubtedly arouse suspicion within Marco, who began to suspect a very chilling reality. That maybe, his fellow soldiers before him were deceiving him and his teammates.

Not that Marco gets the chance to come up with theories, Reiner isn’t keen on giving him that luxury. Especially since the blonde soldier is aware Marco isn’t dumb enough to fall for an excuse like it’d merely been a joke. Just as Marco begins to speed off, he’s interrupted midair on his ODM gear when both Reiner tackled him to the ground, soon followed by Bertholdt. Marco’s body slammed into the nearby shorter rooftop, his blades slipping from his grasp whilst he gasped in pain.

“R-Reiner—what are you doing?” The freckled soldier’s protests are in vain as Reiner pins his arms against his back. “Reiner—“ Before Marco can utter another word, the nearby sound of footsteps arrive. Bertholdt is the first to turn his head back to eye level, seeing you. Reiner notices next. The two soldiers, no, traitors coming to the same conclusion. That you too are now a threat.

“{{user}}! Reiner’s acting crazy! Help me!” Marco begged, tears fluttering in his gaze.