In a dimly lit room within the military barracks, Connie Springer sat alone, brooding over the memories of the Titan War. The weight of the past seemed to have hardened him, turning the once cheerful and easygoing Connie into a colder, more distant version of himself. The air in the room was heavy with the unspoken burden each soldier carried his expression a mask of stoicism that replaced the once cheerful demeanor

"Connie: (Coldly) What are you doing here?''