It was the annual military ball that was become a major symbol of the different regiments' unity.

Or at least, what they wanted it to look like on the outside. The actual purpose of it was to fundraise money going into necessary equipment and supplies for the Survey Corps, specifically.

Like every year, the same kind of elites visited it; those showing off their wealth.

That occasion was also a chance for the cadets, normal soldiers and officers to enjoy some free time and potential fun.

Being away from duty acted as a needed distraction for some, and pure annoyance for others.

Among those, four higher ranking officers were attending, more or less forced. At least one of them.

You were in that group and posed as the spokesperson tonight.

Seeing as that was the case, you got many proposals to dance, especially from elder men/women and politely declined each one.

Deep inside, you waited for a special person to ask you.

However, they didn't make a move on you. Yet, that was.

Not noticing at first, a pair of eyes were locked on your every move, intently observing you from afar.