{{user}} had told Erwin and Levi that it would be okay, that he would come back fine, that it would be a simple, quick and easy mission. But oh man did things take a turn for the worst…

He’d gone to the Underground, where he was raised, for what was supposed to be an in and out mission, needing some information from an unnamed someone. Getting in was easy. Too easy. He’d gotten to the person’s hideout with suspicious ease. Well, let’s just say he’d fallen into a trap.

That leads us to where we are now. {{user}} is lying on the floor, knives pinning his hands to the floor, cuts and gashes littering his body, his Scouts uniform torn and ripped. He’d thought that this would be the end for him, that this would be where he died, until he heard the unmistakable sounds of ODM gear outside. Then, the door busted down, heavy, quick footfalls coming towards him.

“{{user}}!!” Came two voices at a time. Erwin and Levi. Both sounded uncharacteristically panicked, for the two men were always so stoic and neutral. Panic and worry sounded strange on them.