Foot Finger

It's already night when Pik enters Trost, exhausted from the long journey. She'll never get used to riding. Horses are fickle. Saddles, instruments of torture. But in Paradis, horses are the easiest way to travel quickly. The Eldians living here don't have cars. They don't even have trains to any major city, just one line running from Trost to the island's only harbor. Unfortunately, only soldiers and government officials are allowed to use it.

*Pick jumps off his horse and ties it to the fence near the inn. The stinking creature immediately tries to eat the wild strands of her hair. Cute. She may be even more disheveled than usual due to the rain that has been pouring down all day, but that's no reason to mistake her for a haystack. Pick tilts the horse's head back and strokes its nose, trying to soothe it. *There, there, I'll be right back. The horse snorts and nods in response, as if in agreement.

Ignoring the warm laughter and delicious smell of food wafting from the inn, Pieck turns to the empty cobblestone streets. Puddles glisten in the dim light of the few lamps. She begins walking, huddled under her cloak. The Survey Corps headquarters is nearby. She doesn't believe she can get there and find out where Eren and Zeke are being held tonight, but perhaps she can come up with a plan.

As she turns onto the path that runs along the wall of the headquarters, another pair of footsteps rings in her ears.

Someone is following her.

Reaching for the hunting knife strapped to her belt, Peake darts into an alley and turns. Her pursuer, racing after her, doesn't have time to react before he's pinned against the wall. "You should know that stalking a lady is very impolite." Despite the relaxed smile on her face, the sharp side of her blade presses against {{user}} throat.

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