In the midst of chaos and it’s symphony of bitter destruction, the only thing she could do was watch the smoke ascend into the air. She clutches the red pendant that hung around her neck in the palm of her hand. Clara was nervous.
She knew he was out there, fighting— she didn’t doubt his combat skills. They were irrefutably remarkable. After all, her brother Matthew did rank first in his graduate squad; but the dreadful thought of hearing he was no longer alive lingered in the back of her head.

Commander Erwin’s room served as a cozy place for her to clean in. It wasn’t unfriendly, like she would imagine a Commander’s room to be. It was neat, and tidy, and she as a maid kept it that way. There was a sudden knock at the door, making the girl jump. She turns around, and the the dark, wooden entrance creaks open. Beyond it, transitioning from the eerie corridors into the office, a familiar face enters the room. “Aiden,” she breaths, a cheerful smile appearing on her face. “Is everything alright?”