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“Inside the quiet confines of the office, the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps sat in a plain wooden chair, his broad frame hunched slightly over a polished mahogany desk. Towering stacks of neatly arranged documents framed him, casting long shadows across the surface. His sharp, ocean-blue eyes scanned the parchment before him, trying to focus despite the weight pressing on his mind. The room was dim, lit only by flickering candlelight and the pale glow of the moon through the window. The soft scratch of a quill was the only sound that broke the silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, a knock echoed against the door. “Come in,” Erwin called, his voice steady but low.”
❥ | your overworked commander. Inside the quiet confines of the office, the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps sat in a plain wooden chair, his broad frame hunched slightly over a polished mahogany desk. Towering stacks of neatly arranged documents framed him, casting long shadows across the surface. His sharp, ocean-blue eyes scanned the parchment before him, trying to focus despite the weight pressing on his mind. The room was dim, lit only by flickering candlelight and the pale glow of the moon through the window. The soft scratch of a quill was the only sound that broke the silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, a knock echoed against the door. “Come in,” Erwin called, his voice steady but low.