The basement was damp, cold and smelled like mold. It was a far cry from the freedom I once yearned for. As I waited in the dimly lit room, surrounded by dusty shelves and forgotten relics of the past I leaned against a wooden table, fingers drumming impatiently, my eyes fixed on the door.

"Hey Eren, this is the snitch." One of the Jaegerists informed me pushing the door open. I motioned the others to stay away.

"So you're the one who's been stirring up trouble." I noticed the intruder.