new fic and new stuff yay, time for a fantasy fic, I miss writing those!

I also got a new beta, yay! Lizzp23 (ao3 name) helped me out this time around so yaaay!

The Sina road was home to quite a lot of different stores. It was the main street that lead towards the shopping district and also quite a few restaurants. One of the main attractions was the tall arches that surrounded the whole street, the arches were decorated with different lights that changed colors as night came, it was quite an architectural sight and it attracted all the young crowds. The sidewalks were wide and the shops had beautiful glowing signs that attracted all kinds of people. Business that were able to open on the street would usually become very profitable and stay for a very long time. You were lucky if you could land a shop in here or a restaurant.

Eren was very familiar with this street, this was the place he enjoyed spending most of his time. He could go watch a movie in the movie theater that was at the end of the street, or eat something nice in his favorite diner, even go to a bar without any real issues. It was perfect for a young teenager, and his friends loved it just as much as he did. Yet, Eren wasn't attracted to the bright lights tonight, or the smell of delicious food, no, something else caught his interest, so much that he lost sight of his group of friends.

The shop wasn't anything special, if anything it looked out of place. Everything around him was new, it looked like people put a lot of thoughts into it to attracting a younger crowd. The exterior of the shops were modern with a twist here and there, some of the shops even had fireplaces outside, anything to attract possible customers. But this shop, this shop didn't belong. It looked like something that came out from the Victorian era, it almost reminded him Eren of those old houses in novels like Sherlock Holmes. The shop didn't have any bright signs, or any bright lights. It looked dark and gloomy with paint that was cracking and slowly peeling off. The windows had heavy curtains that hid anything that was inside. There was a simple sign that was hanging from the side of the door and was slowly swinging back and forth with the wind. He could barely make out the text throughout the faded letters,

Antiques and oddities

If you lost it we can find it.

It was an antique shop, or so it seemed, but Eren had never seen it before and he came here every weekend. There was no way this place was built in just a week. It was impossible, and it looked old, like it had been here forever. Had Eren missed this? Had he just never noticed the old shop? He wasn't even sure anymore. It was right in between the one of the fancy cafes he never bothered to go, and a pizza place he loved. How did he ever miss this? If his memory didn't fail him, he could remember and alley being there before, but was it there? Or was this shop always here and Eren just mistook it as an ally because of how dark it was? Compared to the rest of the street this place truly was obscure and dark.

It was a simple case of curiosity and the cat. Eren couldn't help but to walk towards the shop. He opened the door and went inside, letting the door close behind him. A small bell rang as he stepped inside and Eren was greeted with a big...library? The room was big, with books everywhere. The book shelves reached all the way to the ceiling and they were stuffed with books that looked like they hadn't been touched in years. There were tables here and there, but more books were taking up the little space there was. The big Victorian chairs had books on top of them, but a couple were empty at least, welcoming whoever wanted to read a book in the dim light. For such an old place, it was oddly very clean, there was no dust anywhere and everything seemed to have a home. Even if it wasn't actually very organized. Eren walked through the small hallway that was free of books or odd looking objects. He could see coo-coo clocks scattered around the room, and a few vases and statues that looked old. The floor had jewelry and Eren was seriously curious if whoever owned this shop was a saint or stupid, because who would leave something so valuable just laying around on the floor!

After struggling to get through two long rows of books, Eren was finally able to make it to the front desk. Which surprise, was covered on more odd stuff that had the teen twisting his lips in distaste. Now he could see pocket watches, glasses that were broken, and some clothes that looked like they were being fixed. What kind of shop was this? It was like a walking disaster, it didn't even seem to have any employees to begin with! Maybe it was closed? No way, it wouldn't had been open otherwise, right? Eren wasn't even sure what to think anymore, he just sighed to himself. He was wasting so much time by being here. The teen was about to just turn around and leave when he noticed the bell on the desk, with a small sign on top.

"Ring for assistance!"

The note looked faded, like it had been written a long time ago but the teen just shrugged and slammed his hand on the bell. Once, twice, and a third time. He looked around, not seeing anyone at all still. It was deadly quiet and the big room suddenly felt smaller, almost claustrophobic. There was too much stuff, too many things, and it felt like it was slowly caging the teen in. He wasn't even sure why he was panicking, or why the room suddenly didn't look as harmless as before. Maybe because he never noticed the old, scary paintings on the walls, with gory images, or the different bones that hung from the ceiling, or even the books that looked like they had blood on them. Suddenly, everything looked very dangerous.

"I heard you on the first ring."

The teen snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a voice behind him. He quickly spun around, his eyes wide as he stared at the man sitting on one of the Victorian chairs, with a book in his hands. The man wasn't even looking at him, his silver eyes were still looking at the book in front of him. He was an odd fella too, just like the store. Eren found himself tilting his head in confusion. The man in front of him was wearing a nice pair of black trousers and shoes. He wore a dark blue vest with a white dress shirt underneath and lastly a cravat around his neck. What oddest thing about him was the fact that he wore a monocle, who did that? No one did that! Eren wasn't even sure if you could still buy those, but he seemed to be using it perfectly fine. Lastly, one pendant earring was on the man's right ear, opposite from where the monocle was. His dark raven hair was parted on the side and the undercut he sported looked freshly shaven.

Eren had never seen a man dress like this, well except in movies, but that was it. People didn't dress like this, or at least that's what Eren was telling himself because there was no way anyone could get away with that get up without being made fun of. But then again the man sitting on that chair didn't look like the type that cared about what people said. In fact he didn't look like he cared about much, because he was still not even paying attention to Eren and he was his only customer, what kind of store was this? It was for sure the worst service experience he ever had.

"Your shop, I have never seen it before. Is it new?" The teen finally asked after a long silence. It didn't look like the man in front of him felt like talking much.

"No, not really. I have always been here, you probably never needed to notice it." The man chuckled quietly, flipping the page of his book.

Well, that was awfully vague. Eren just wanted a good explanation, and this was for sure not one. Even if you don't need a store, shop or restaurant, you always noticed where they are, right?

"I call BS on that..." The teen huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I come here every weekend, and I love the pizza place right next to you, there is no way I never noticed this gloomy store."

"Ah, yes, I really hate that smell. Try living next to it. I wake up to the smell of pizza and go to sleep to the smell of pizza. I'm sick of it, I can't even look at cheese anymore without feeling like throwing up..." The man finally closed his book, a look of distaste on his face. He stood up, fixing his vest before giving the teen a small smirk. "But if you are here, then it means you need something, right? Something only I can give you. What is it that you need? A book? Spices? Spells? A recipe? Maybe a potion...I even have all the ingredients. There is nothing I don't have."

Eren was at total loss of what to say, potions? Spells? Why the hell would he need that for? More importantly, who would? This was probably one of those stupid Gothic stores where all the weird headbanger kids hanged out at, figures. The get up, the look, and all the weird shit, this totally screamed goth bullshit. Eren was almost disappointed that he fell for something so obvious.

"Nah, not really...I'm not into all of that weird shit dude, I'm leaving, thanks." The teen sighed, now angry at himself. He wasted probably like twenty minutes in the store and now his friends were god knows where. He shouldn't have left them.

"Or, perhaps. You lost something..."

The voice sounded awfully close to Eren's ear, so much that the teen turned around in less than a second, just to find the same man standing behind the reception desk. His chin resting on top of his hands as he stared at Eren with an amused look on his face.

Lost something? Had Eren lost something? The question made him wonder. What had Eren lost? It wasn't the first time he asked himself this, but he was never able to figure it out. What did he lose? Where was it and how could he forget about it? All of these questions he asked himself before, when he was younger. Yeah, he could remember that much. He could remember crying on the kitchen floor, and no one knew why. He cried and cried for days, until his body couldn't take it. He was taken to a hospital, to a therapist. To so many different places, until he was able to stop screaming and crying, until he stopped calling a name. Yes, Eren had lost something, something no one could remember, not even him. But the pain, he had felt it because he had seen it. It was such a long time ago, whatever he had lost, it was probably gone, it had been such a long time ago. There was no doubt it was gone.

"No, I didn't lose anything." The teen found himself mumbling. He looked away and walked towards the exit.

"Ah, what a shame, well, if you remember that you lost something, just come back. I'm quite skilled at finding things, people didn't even know they were missing."

Eren closed the door behind him and left the store. He walked towards the bus stop and sat there. Tonight had been a weird night, weirder than usual. There was little in him that wanted to socialize now, and how could he, he had just met one of the weirdest people in his life and to top it all off he was now thinking about odd things that he himself couldn't explain. Maybe it was best if he didn't think about it, maybe just maybe, he was better off as he was. The teen sighed and waited for his bus, after a good fifteen minutes of waiting the bus finally stopped in front of him and he swiped his bus card before sitting on one of the seats near the back. He watched as the lights slowly faded and became nothing but a blur. He should at least text his friends to let them know though, maybe he could make an excuse about feeling bad and leaving urgently, although that was probably only going to worry them more.

The ride back home was uneventful, which was odd because Eren was expecting something weird to happen, maybe another bus showing up out of nowhere that he had never seen before, except it was going to look old and rusty, but no such thing happened and Eren was almost disappointed. He made it home safely and his mother was of course surprised to see him coming back so early. It was hardly seven and it was Saturday, the teen was usually out until around twelve on a Saturday.

"Eren, you're home early!"

The teen turned towards the kitchen and smiled at his mother. The older woman was wearing some loose sweats and a T-shirt with her hair tied in a ponytail. She had an apron on to keep her cooking mess off of her clothes. Carla Jaeger turned and smiled at her son, her bright honey colored eyes happy too see him home and safe. If Eren had gotten anything from his parents, it had been his mother. The teen looked like a mirror image of his mother, they had the same eyebrows, same round and soft face. Even the same eye color, which was still quite eerie and even doctors thought was some kind of odd gene, and lastly, their dark hair that was messy and thick.

"What happened? Was it boring tonight?" Carla turned to continue her cooking, checking on the sauce she was making for her pasta.

"No, it wasn't that...I just wasn't feeling it, you know?" The teen chuckled, sitting on one of the stools near the kitchen island. He sighed and rested his head on the cold granite.

"Uh? Not feeling it? Are you getting the flu? Maybe I should tell your father to give you a check up, it wouldn't hurt." Carla frowned, giving her soon a worried look. She lowered the heat on the stove and took a seat in front of her son.

"Nah, is not that. Someone just said that I lost something but I can't remember what it is." The teen sighed, resting his chin on the countertop now to look at his mother.

"Lost something? I wonder what it is..." She tapped her chin, tilting her head. "What did you possibly lose?"

Eren frowned, looking up at his mother, his eyes staring at the woman in front of him. He couldn't help himself but smile at how silly his mother looked, still he was a bit afraid of asking the next question, he sat up on his chair and looked at his mother with a questioning look.

"Maybe it was something from when I was in the hospital...do you know what I lost?"

Eren watched as the smile on his mother's face turned into a frown, her eyes looking at him with worry.

"Eren, we already went over this, we don't know what happened to you. You should just leave what's in the past in the past. Bringing back those memories won't do anything but hurt you." Carla nodded slowly, her hand gently running through her son's hair.

"But, it feels like, I need to remember something. I want to know what I lost." Eren leaned against the hand in his hair, his eyes closing.

"You didn't lose anything dear, you just had something bad happen to you but now you are fine, you are fine here with me and your father..." Carla smiled warmly at her son and kissed the top of his head. "So please, stop thinking about it."

"I want to, but-" The teen was interrupted when the two heard the front door opening.

"I'm home!" The familiar voice of Eren's father filled the house and his mother giggled quietly.

Grisha Jaeger was tugging at his tie as he came around the corner. He looked tired from a long day at work and just sighed quietly as he sat on the kitchen table. He took off his glasses and fixed his hair, before turning his attention towards Eren and Carla.

"How you are doing today?" The older male smiled, as he took off his blazer.

"I'm good, mom wants you to check me for the flu, but I don't want to." The teen half whined and just chuckled when his mother lazily tugged on his ear.

"Well, if your mother insists, then I can't really say no. Right?" The man gave a small smile, although he didn't seem to be too interested in the conversation. He was probably tired.

"I guess so, I'm going to my room. I don't want to see you two being all gross." The teen made a face and ran out of the kitchen before his mother could say anything to him. He snickered the whole time.

Maybe his mother was right, he should leave this whole issue alone. What could he have possibly lost, there was nothing he could think of. The nagging in his head wouldn't stop, but he tried to ignore it. He had to, with a soft sigh he closed his eyes, rubbing them as he stretched and opened the door to his bedroom. He needed to relax, the odd guy was just putting him on edge, he was probably one of those weird people that would guess things that made people doubt themselves and fall for their bullshit so then you would buy whatever trinkets they said would help you out. What a dick, playing Eren like that just wasn't fair, especially when he would fall for that crap so easily.

The teen shook his head and went inside his room, ignoring the mess on the floor as he made his way towards the bathroom. He needed to shower, and to change clothes For some reason he felt really dirty. He was just about to go into his bathroom when he noticed something from the corner of his eyes. He stopped on his tracks, his eyes widening as he slowly turned his head.

No.

There was no way.

Eren's eyes widened as he stared at the man that was sitting on his desk, a book on his hands as he kept reading, not paying attention to the teen that was frozen in place.

It was the same man

What was he doing here?

How did he get into his room?

How did he find his house?

The teen swallowed heavily, his body trembling as he tried to move but he couldn't. The man wasn't doing anything, he wasn't even looking at him, yet he wouldn't allow Eren to move. Eren shook his head, and forced his body to move, but the only thing he could do was to walk backwards until his back was hitting the wall behind him. The slight noise made the man look away from his book, his silver eyes staring at the teen, pinning him in place. The same tinted lips were smiling, and the amused look was back.

"You made me quite curious, I couldn't help myself but to intrude. I just wanted to see what exactly you had lost, and I finally figured it out..." The man closed his book, and jumped off of Eren's desk. "Have you?"

Eren couldn't even bring himself to say anything, he simply shook his head, his body shaking non-stop. He was scared, who was this guy, how was he able to break in so easily. He needed to make a noise though, he needed to let his parents know.

"N-no..." He found his voice, his lips trembling against his words. "No, I haven't. N-no! Get out of my room! Get out! Who are you!" Eren's voice kept raising, his eyes wide in fear as he started to scream. He heard footsteps running towards him. It was probably his dad, yes. It was his dad. The teen ran towards the door but he found himself bumping against something hard. It was the man, he was now in front of him, and walking towards him, cornering him until he was on the opposite wall of the door.

"Eren! Eren, are you alright!?" It was his dad, he was pounding on the door, and trying to open it. He couldn't remember locking it.

"Well boy, our time is running short..." The man chuckled. "or maybe not, that depends on you. Don't you wanna know, what exactly you lost?"

Eren shook his head, his back now touching the window behind him. He wanted to jump out, he probably wouldn't die, it was only the second floor. But he didn't want to leave his dad alone with this psycho, what if he hurt him? What if he killed him? Or his mother, the mere thought made his blood run cold and he shook his head, he wasn't going to run away. Yet, when his father finally was able to open the door the teen dashed through the room, and his father quickly wrapped one of his arms around the boy. Grisha glared at the stranger, but the odd man just smirked, his eyes narrowing.

"Come on, Eren Jaeger..." The man knew his whole name, and Eren could feel his blood turning cold. "Don't you want to know what you lost, what is being hidden from you? Why don't you ask your dad? I'm sure he knows the answers, or maybe your mommy? I'm sure she would love to answer any doubts you have." He was mocking him, the man was mocking him. He was mocking his family and it was making him furious...but where was his mother.

"Ah, she isn't coming? Why am I not surprised." The man laughed quietly. "Seems like only your daddy is here to protect you, right? That's what he likes to be called, hmm?"

"Shut up! Leave my house at once." Grisha yelled at the man, his arm still around his son, pulling him towards him and shielding him from the stranger.

"Your house? You call this dump a house?" The man made a disgusted face, crossing his arms over his chest. "Even coming in here was disgusting for me, you should be more grateful Eren."

Eren glared at the man, his eyes narrowing. How dare he say those things about his home, his father worked so hard, even working overtime to be able to give them a nice life. They lived in a good neighborhood, in a nice house with all the luxury his father could afford or that his mother wished. It was what anyone wanted and wished for, there was no way anyone could hate it.

"Go away! Go away! I didn't lose anything, I didn't! I didn't! Go away!" Eren felt his father tensing against him, and he looked up at him, the man was frowning and looking down at him.

"Eren, is this about that crap again? How long are you going to keep thinking that, you didn't lose anything, nothing ever happened! Is this another doctor or some bullshit like that!" Grisha was half yelling at his son now, his hold on his arm tightening, making the teen flinch in pain.

"N-no, I swear. I didn't say anything like that, I don't even know who he is! I didn't lose anything, I'm home, with my family! I'm home with my family." The teen felt tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Are you?"

That simple question had Eren closing his eyes and covering his ears. The man's voice was an echo in his head and he couldn't make it stop.

"Are you home Eren Jaeger. Are you sure, you didn't lose something, are you absolutely positive?"

The teen heard himself screaming and falling on his knees, his hands covering his ears as hard as he could. He was crying and he kept screaming, trying to muffle the noise behind his screams, but soon enough he was able to hear other screams. Someone else was screaming. The teen stopped, panting heavily as he tried to breathe evenly but his throat was killing him. He was tearing up and everything was blurry. But he could see it. It was his father, he was on top of the man, using what looked like a hammer. He was bringing it down, over and over on the man's body and Eren could see blood. He could see blood everywhere on the floor.

His father, he was killing the man.

"You won't take him away!" Grisha yelled, as he slammed the hammer down on the man's face again, this time breaking the others jaw and splashing blood everywhere on the floor, but he kept going and going, hitting the body until it was doing nothing but moving along with the violent hits. The floor was covered in blood and Grisha had blood and pieces of skin and god knows what else all over his clothes and the hammer...the hammer even had hair clinging to the blood on it. Raven hair.

Eren couldn't move, he could only stare at the scene in front of him, his eyes wide as he stood frozen in place for a second time. He felt like throwing up but he couldn't and his lungs were burning, there was a knot in his throat and he was having a hard time breathing. It was hurting, his chest was hurting, and his eyes were tearing up non-stop. He wasn't even sure why he couldn't look away from the scene in front of him. But maybe, it was because it was so familiar. He had seen it before, he had. He stared at the dead man and how his father was hitting the corpse over and over again. He stared into those dead silver eyes, blinking and watching.

The silver eyes turned into a honey color, and the black hair got longer and longer, until it was a different face, one that Eren knew for sure.

"M-mom..." The teen mumbled, his lips trembling as he stared at the dead body of his mother, and the man that was beating her to death. He couldn't look away, even when the killer turned around and walked towards him and hugged him. He hugged him and pet his hair, whispering something to his ear, but Eren just stared in horror, when he noticed the body of his father next to his mother's. The clean glasses were shattered and covered in blood, he was missing the side of his head, and his neck was bent at an odd angle. It was his parents, both of them, both of them were dead and Eren couldn't even bring himself to scream. Who was hugging him, the teen couldn't even bring himself to look, he was too scared, and the pain in his chest was growing. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to throw up.

Eren kept staring at the corpses in front of him, but then they were gone, and not even the odd man was there. But he had been killed, Eren saw it, the person hugging him stank of blood and gore. The hammer was on the floor, not too far from where he was, the evidence of blood and hair still clinging to it. But the man was no longer there.

"You see it now? Can you guess what you lost, Eren Jaeger."

The man was standing on the middle of the room again, and the killer pulled away from Eren, his father pulled away from him and turned, his body freezing just like Eren's.

"H-how...y-you...I-I did it, I killed you." The voice sounded odd, even different to Eren.

"Eren, look, do you see it now." The man was looking directly at him, those silver eyes giving Eren his whole attention.

The teen stared back, slowly blinking until things looked a bit different. The room that he once loved was nothing like he remembered. It was nothing but a room with a flashlight in the corner, there was a mattress with a blanket on top, and some clothes on the floor. The windows had been covered by wooden planks that were nailed to them, and only let some light slip through. The floor was filthy, and the walls were covered with water damage. It wasn't his room, it wasn't his room. What was this...

Eren let out a small sob, his body feeling so tired, his head was hurting and slowly he turned his head, looking to his side to see his father, except it wasn't. It was a man Eren had only seen once before, or so he thought. The older man was tall and big, with no hair but a beard. He was wearing old clothes that looked filthy as well, in fact he looked like he hadn't taken a shower in a long time. The killer was staring at the man with wide, horrified eyes, and he looked at Eren, his hands reaching for the teen except he quickly pulled back, he didn't want to be touched, no, he didn't. He didn't want this.

"Eren Jaeger...I found what you lost." The man was now next to Eren and he glanced at him, watching as the silver eyes stared at him once more. "The thing that you lost, was yourself. Eren Jaeger, the missing son of Grisha and Carla Jaeger, the couple that was killed in their own home." The stranger held a piece of paper for Eren, it was a police report with a picture of a boy no older than eleven. He was smiling at the camera, it was obviously a school picture. The big bold letters said missing child, last seen in his own neighborhood before his parent's murder.

"You lost yourself..." The man said quietly and Eren felt like he was about to die. He felt like he was throwing up except he wasn't, his throat was burning and his skin was as well. It hurt, his whole body hurt. He held onto his head, pulling on his hair. He was in pain, and the splitting headache he had was not helping, but he had seen it. He could still see it, his parents being killed. He had seen everything. He watched, he watched as the man did it, and he watched as the man moved near him and took him with him. He took him with him. Oh god...

Eren threw up this time, his body almost giving out on him as he did so. He was crying again, his body shaking non-stop. He could hear himself screaming over and over, he could feel his body writhe in pain, he could feel his insides burning and his legs trembling as he threw up once more. It happened, over and over. He had been here in this fake home, in this fake house, for so many years. He didn't want to remember, he didn't want to, no, no, it hurt and he felt like throwing up again, but he couldn't anymore, he couldn't.

"Eren, don't listen to him, come here, come with daddy, I'll make everything alright again, I promise." Eren looked up and stared at the man in front of him, the killer, the abuser, the everything. He stared at him with wide eyes, and shook his head, his stomach twisting and turning as he felt nothing but disgust. He wanted to die, he wanted to die, but he wanted to kill this man more than anything else. He had done it, he did this to him, he did this to his family. He did all of this. The teen heard himself screaming and before he knew it, he was grabbing the hammer next to him, and launching towards the abuser. He hit the man on the head, he hit him so hard that blood splattered right away, but he kept going. He did it again and again, breaking and cracking the man's skull until his brain was spilling out and his eyes were splitting against his own bones. He kept going until those teeth were all knocked out and until that neck was broken and he kept going and going, until blood was everywhere, until he couldn't stop, until his hand was weakling hitting the ground.

"Come on boy, let's get you cleaned up." Eren let the stranger grab onto his arm and he finally dropped the hammer, he stared at what had been his room one more time before looking away. He was back in the same store once more, he didn't even asked how they got here so quickly, or how it was possible. At this point he didn't care. He just followed the man, until he went inside a big bathroom with a large bathtub that had water in it already.

"Get in there."

And Eren did what he was told, he stepped into the water, with his clothes on and sat in the tub, the warm water slowly turning red but the color was soon gone and replaced by more clean water. It was almost as if it was cleaning itself. There was a long silence, neither of them spoke a word. The man was cleaning Eren's face and hair, getting rid of all the remains that were clinging to his form. The hands were gently cleaning Eren's hair but the teen couldn't help himself but to curl up and bury his face against his knees.

"W-what about my friends." The teen was finally able to say, his voice hoarse and sore.

"People that are lost tend to think of things that are not there." The man nodded slowly. All that Eren thought was true, had never been there. He had indeed lost something, and it was something that nobody was able to figure out, because when you lose yourself, only other people can see it but if there is no one near you, then you were lost forever.

"It is all gone, all of it." Eren felt like crying again but he couldn't. It was almost as if his body didn't have any more tears left. Like it had been enough for today, today he couldn't cry anymore, but it only made the pain on his chest worst.

"Not quite, you found yourself. You still have a life, a new one, and like I said. I couldn't help myself but to intrude, I was quite curious you see, of how someone like you, was able to see my shop. I don't think you are as simple as you might think you are Eren. I think it is time for you to have your own life."

The teen felt himself nodding, listening to what the man had to say. He felt as those hands kept cleaning his face and hair until all the blood was gone from his body. He was clean, but he didn't feel like he was, if anything he felt filthier than ever, and he found himself rubbing his arms and clawing at them, he was chewing on his lips and shaking his head, trying to forget the feeling, trying to forget those hands, trying to pretend that it had never happened, just like before, just like he did before!

"Don't lose yourself again Eren." The stranger was now holding onto his wrists, keeping him from hurting himself anymore, and those silver eyes were staring at him once more. "Don't do that to yourself again, you can get through this, I can help...I need a part timer in my shop, and an odd boy like you would do. What do you say?"

The teen couldn't do anything but to stare at the man in front of him, the knot in his throat was making it hard to speak, and just opening his mouth was hurting his throat. But he couldn't bring himself to be the same again, to live the same way again, to be a toy again. He nodded his head, a silent sob leaving his throat.

"W-what's your name?" The teen whispered, his body tired and worn out. He could feel his eyes closing and his body growing heavy.

"I'm Levi, they call me the collector and judge. It's a pleasure to meet you, Eren Jaeger, I hope we can work together."

Eren could only nod slowly before he felt his consciousness slipping away.

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