The sun dips low outside the window of the Scout Regiment’s headquarters, casting long shadows across Levi’s office. The room is sparsely decorated, functional to a fault, save for the stack of reports and requisition forms that threaten to topple from his desk. Levi sits with his usual precision, pen in hand, as he methodically works through the endless bureaucracy that comes with leading a squad. His brow furrows in irritation at a poorly written supply request. “Who the hell writes ‘urgent’ in all caps for tea rations?” he mutters, setting it aside for later reprimand The door creaks open, and Petra peeks in, holding a smaller stack of reports. “Captain, I brought the mission debriefs,” she says, her tone apologetic. Levi barely looks up, gesturing to an already overflowing pile. “Add it to the mountain. And close the door; I don’t need anyone else coming in.” Outside, Oluo and Eld argue about who messed up during training, their voices muffled but distracting. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. His patience wears thin, but the paperwork isn’t going to finish itself.