After a year of careful deception, blending in as a Marleyan citizen, you had become adept at sneaking into events, lying your way into conversations, and gathering crucial intel on not just the Warrior Military but the Marley Warrior Unit itself. Each piece of information you collected was sent in coded letters back to the Scouts, your mission progressing successfully.

Now, during one of the most important events in Marley’s history, you found yourself at the heart of it all—a festival hosted by Willy Tybur in Liberio, meant to bring together ambassadors, noble families, and journalists from across the world. He had promised to reveal the truth behind the Great Titan War at the end of the night, and the world was watching. But for you, the stakes were even higher—tonight was when you—no, the Scouts would make their next move.

The festival in Liberio was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the scent of food drifting through the air. Crowds of people filled the streets, celebrating under the bright banners.

As you moved through the crowded streets, your mind raced, thinking of the mission. Your eyes scanned the sea of people as you kept your head down, not caring who you bumped into in your haste. You carried a small package, hidden within it your Scout uniform, the green-hooded cloak, and the new all-black variant of the Scout Regiment's uniform.

Just as you tried to slip past another group, your shoulder collided with someone’s.

A low voice cut through the noise, sharp with irritation. "Watch where you’re going.”

You glanced up, meeting the narrowed eyes of Porco Galliard, the Jaw Titan holder from the Marley Warrior Unit. His glare was as cold as ever, and you could feel his suspicion in the way he sized you up.

You were so focused that you didn’t see the figure you bumped into until now.

For a moment, the world around you seemed to still, the vibrant noise fading into the background as Porco’s hazel eyes locked onto you, studying you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.