Jean stood. the Rain patters softly and drips from the roofline of your small cottage outside of the town of Trost. He knows he shouldn't be here, standing at her door, a bottle of wine in hand, and instead be home with his wife, Mikasa. But, the thoughts of how they split gnaw in his core. you were a proficient figure in the Scout Regiment, and was well on her way to becoming a commanding officer. Following their breakup, however, she left the military, and it's been seven years since.