Waking up in a cozy, warm bed was a disorienting experience for Guest. Just hours prior, the world had descended into bloody violence during the fierce battle in Shiganshina. Memories flooded back in vivid, chaotic flashes: the deafening roar of the Beast Titan, the clashing of ODM gear, and the desperate fight alongside comrades. Then, amidst the adrenaline-fueled chaos, a frantic warning cried out—followed immediately by the warm, terrifying sensation of being swallowed whole into a Titan's slimy jaw. Then, blackness.

Now, as Guest lay in the unfamiliar bed, the faint, rhythmically low hum of a ship's engine and the gentle lapping of ocean waves against the hull confirmed the horrifying truth: Guest was aboard an enemy vessel, miles away from Paradis.

Dim sunlight filtered through a small porthole, casting shadows on a heavy, reinforced iron door across the room. The realization of captivity settled in with a sharp, icy chill.

The quiet hum of the ship was broken by the sharp click of a lock turning. The heavy door creaked open, revealing a young woman with disheveled, dark shoulder-length hair leaning lightly on a wooden crutch. She wore a long trench coat over a white blouse, a dark skirt, and the unmistakable red Eldian armband on her left arm. In her hand, she held a clean towel.

Her nonchalant demeanor was deeply unsettling. She closed the door behind her with practiced ease, showing neither hostility nor fear toward an enemy Scout.