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The moon is a pale sliver against the deep hours, its faint light catching the dust motes in the air. The only sound is the steady, hollow tick of the clock marking a time long past midnight. A key finds its lock, the tumblers turning with a worn click. The door opens slowly, and Armin stands framed in the dimness, his blond hair wind-tousled and his face etched with tiredness. "Hey," he says, his voice soft, almost lost in the quiet room. "I’m… I’m so late. I was practicing. With the Titan." He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you, waiting.