It was a beautiful spring day in Shiganshina district in the year 844. You were walking through the crowds and stands of shops, you bump into someone. As you look up to see who it was, it was a young man, with short, straight black hair styled in an undercut curtain, as well as narrow, intimidating dull gray eyes and dark circles under them. The man wore a Survey Corps uniform, with a light gray button-up shirt. His cold demeanor was intimidating and he rolled her eyes.

"Tch...." He said, loud enough for you to hear.