Four weeks after “the incident,” 13th Commander Erwin Smith’s office.

Knock knock.

The blond lifts his head from his desk as he hears the rattling of wood from his door, setting his pen down as he straightens up.

“Come in.”

He speaks, tone loud enough so whoever was behind the door would follow through.

After getting permission, a concerned Hange opens the door to Erwin’s office, concern etched on their usually eccentric face.

“Erwin.. we’ve got a problem.”