White hot pain shoots up Reiner's thigh and spreads through his body. He leans against a tree and stares at the bloody tourniquet. It was foolish to get separated from his team, even more so to flee to unknown territory. If the Paradis soldiers don't catch up to him soon, bleeding out will be the cause of his death.

But, he doesn't want to die. At least not in some forest getting chased by a bunch of devils. He peaks around and spots a cabin tucked behind some evergreens, seemingly abandoned.

It’ll be a miracle if he can make it on this injured leg, but he’ll take the chance over getting shot. With a deep breath, he takes off.

The door gives when his heavy shoulder shoves against it, and he falls inside. He scrambles to get it back shut, and once it’s locked, he peers through the window. There’s no sight of a Paradis solider nearby. He sighs in relief.

The sound of a shotgun cocking behind him alerts him. The cold barrel presses hard into his rigid back. Lowering his gun to the floor, he raises his hands in surrender.