The 70s… what a nice century, right? Hippies, social movements, sexual liberation, and lots of colors…. Did I forget the large amount of murders occurring every fucking day? Or the accidents because parents can’t fucking supervise their child correctly? Being a detective around those times was exhausting. Eren was actually thinking of quitting VERY soon. But right now, it was his job. And he wasn’t just a detective, he was a private one. Which is more expensive, to his delight.

Whatever, people often called for ridiculous matters. Cheating affairs AFTER the divorce which makes it not cheating anymore, cats missing, old ladies thinking they are being robbed and turns out its just their grandchildren stealing money to buy pot… Some things like that.

So when Armin told him about this colleague of him, friend even, whose son hadn’t come home last night, he wanted to refuse. But Armin insisted, claiming they were having a mental breakdown and was going insane ‘bout it (completely valid) and he begged Eren to help them.

And here he was… unable to refuse anything when it was his friend asking. Standing in front of your door, wearing one of his burgundy suits, and ringing at the doorbell. All while smoking a cigarette, of course. It’s the 70s, have you forgotten? "Who’s this?" He instantly heard from behind it.

"Eren Jaeger, private detective." He stated. The door opened almost too quickly.