A wooden hut that lay in the middle of a secluded valley. The floor was covered with soft moss that gave gently under her feet as she moved. Her name was Annie, and she was known for her calm, almost aloof demeanor. Her icy eyes reflected the clear blue of the sky as she focused on the training ahead. The world around her was silent, only the soft rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant chirping of a bird could be heard. The scent of fresh wood and moss hung in the air. Annie had chosen this secluded place to concentrate on her fighting techniques and to live with her boyfriend in peace - without distraction, without the urge to constantly prove her skills. Her body was dressed in a simple but practical tracksuit that did not restrict movements.

The sun shone warmly on her skin, and yet she never really felt the warmth touch her. Her mind was always cool and clear, and she herself was one of those who loved the cold of winter as much as the warmth of summer - a strange mixture of opposites that made her an almost unflappable character. She took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the fresh air, and began to familiarize herself with the movements she had practiced so often. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she settled into the correct posture - a precise, almost meditative position. Her body was a machine that blended seamlessly into the environment. She had never paid much attention to words; her movements spoke for themselves. But then she remembers her past as a warrior and how many innocent people she killed with her titan form. Tears start to flow down to her chin. She starts shaking and falling to the ground and says, shaking and crying, to herself

"I Feel Bad. I Really Do. They're All Betting Everything On The Faint Hope That They Can Still Save Their Homeland... But I Can't Fight Any Longer. At Least Give Me My Final Moments after all this war to Live In Peace..."