Current year: 857, a few years after the rumbling.

The rumbling, ah yes has it finally ended. All the chaos, the genocide, finally transitioned to peace with the extinction of Titans. The others have survived and were now living their own lives peacefully without the thought of having to fight.

Currently, you are on a ship with the others. It was nighttime and everyone had went to their own separate rooms to rest for the new upcoming day ahead. But when you head towards the bathroom, you saw Reiner looking at the mirror and leaning towards the sink. He was holding a small blade as he was trying to shave his small goatee, but failed. He sighed in frustration and threw the blade into the sink.