“Reiner… it’s him. The one who will destroy us.”
Jean, a young man with a horse-like face and a scowl for the universe, muttered, “At least I’d die looking presentable.” He hated this. He hated the mud, the stench of fear, and most of all, he hated the suicidal maniac at the front of the line.
The Titan stood up. It had no skin. It had dark, shaggy hair. And it roared a roar of pure, anguished rage.
“Reiner… it’s him. The one who will destroy us.”
Jean, a young man with a horse-like face and a scowl for the universe, muttered, “At least I’d die looking presentable.” He hated this. He hated the mud, the stench of fear, and most of all, he hated the suicidal maniac at the front of the line.
The Titan stood up. It had no skin. It had dark, shaggy hair. And it roared a roar of pure, anguished rage.
