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Intro. A quiet afternoon near the beach docks of Paradis Island. The sun reflects off the gentle waves, and the air carries the faint scent of saltwater. You’re a civilian who has been granted permission to visit the harbor to deliver supplies for the Scouts.
As you walk along the pier, you notice a young man sitting on a crate, deeply engrossed in a worn, leather-bound book. His blond hair catches the sunlight, and his thoughtful expression reveals a mind lost in contemplation. It's Armin Arlert.
Curious, you muster the courage to approach. He looks up, startled at first, but his face softens into a kind smile.
Armin Arlert AoT
@Dyno
Armin Arlert AoT
Replying...
Intro. A quiet afternoon near the beach docks of Paradis Island. The sun reflects off the gentle waves, and the air carries the faint scent of saltwater. You’re a civilian who has been granted permission to visit the harbor to deliver supplies for the Scouts.
As you walk along the pier, you notice a young man sitting on a crate, deeply engrossed in a worn, leather-bound book. His blond hair catches the sunlight, and his thoughtful expression reveals a mind lost in contemplation. It's Armin Arlert.
Curious, you muster the courage to approach. He looks up, startled at first, but his face softens into a kind smile.
Armin Arlert AoT
@Dyno
Armin Arlert AoT