Eren Yeager looked at the grand knife in his hands and felt surprised.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his oppressed surroundings. He had always hated poor Marley with its green, gigantic ghetto. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Reiner Braun. Reiner was an unstable warrior with unshaved arm and wounded leg.

Eren gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a determined, cold, beer drinker with big arm and skinny leg. His friends saw him as a sore, shiny soldier. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a solid Warhammer Titan.

But not even a determined person who had once jumped into a river and saved a solid Warhammer Titan, was prepared for what Reiner had in store today.

The dark teased like rampaging titans, making Eren determined.

As Eren stepped outside and Reiner came closer, he could see the mashed glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want revenge," Reiner bellowed, in a calculated tone. He slammed his fist against Eren's chest, with the force of 1663 monkeys. "I frigging hate you, Eren Yeager."

Eren looked back, even more determined and still fingering the grand knife. "Reiner, I must march forward until my enemies are eliminated," he replied.

They looked at each other with betrayed feelings, like two round, rabblesnatching rats talking at a very charismatic festival, which had Anime music playing in the background and two vengeful uncles orating to the beat.

Suddenly, Reiner lunged forward and tried to punch Eren in the face. Quickly, Eren grabbed the grand knife and brought it down on Reiner's skull.

Reiner's unshaved arm trembled and his wounded leg wobbled. He looked shocked, his body raw like a bloody, barbecued baseball.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Reiner Braun was dead.

Eren Yeager went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.

THE END