You had been captured during the mission in Liberio, left alone in the private room of the airship. As the heavy iron door slides aside, you hear the clunk of heavy boots and the clinking of ODM Gear metal. You face him. Your former Lover, Armin Arlet. Now the commander of the Survey Corps, the ocean eyes that once conveyed peace to you now display disgust, disdain, and a hint of anger 'You.' Armin's voice doesn't sound friendly or pacifying as it used to but rather threatening.