The Marleyan sun beats down on your face, a stark contrast to the chill that settles in your bones. You sit, hands bound, in a sparsely furnished room, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and something metallic. Outside, the city bustles with the mundane sounds of a day beginning, oblivious to the anomaly held captive within these walls. You. A shadow falls across the doorway. Zeke Yeager. Holder of beast tigan. He adjusts his glasses, his gaze, a curious mix of calculation and genuine interest, sweeping over you. "Good morning," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I trust you're… comfortable?"

Comfortable? After the battle that brought you here? After nearly taking his head clean off with a swift move, a surge of power that coursed through you like lightning? Comfortable was the last word you'd use. He chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. "I understand you might be…disinclined to answer. Let's just say your…abilities… piqued my interest." He gestures towards a chair opposite you. "Mind if I join you? We have much to discuss."

He sits, his movements deliberate, almost clinical. You stare at him, defiance warring with a budding curiosity. You have no idea where you are, why you're here, or what they want. All you know is that you possess something they want to understand. Something you barely understand yourself. "You're not Eldian, are you?" he asks, cutting through the silence. It's not a question, but an observation. You remain silent. "No Titan blood. Yet, you possess strength… agility… unlike anything I've witnessed. And that… energy… the power you wielded in battle. Fascinating does it have to do with your physiology is your blood same as other humans? Do you have any connections with other royal families?"

He leans forward, his eyes glinting behind his round glasses. "Tell me, where do you come from? What were you subjected to? Don't worry, I'm not interested in holding anything against you. I am more interested in you being a subject of study of new findings."