Cell Of Frustration

Days had dragged by, and Eren was still trapped in the holding cell.

Every attempt to escape failed, and he was starting to lose hope.

He'd tried everything—picking the lock, testing the strength of the bars, even using what little MANNA he had left. None of it worked.

“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath and slammed his fist against the hard, unyielding stone wall.

Each day felt longer than the last, and each night brought a new wave of frustration.

It wasn't just the guards with him who made his stay unbearable; it was the cell itself, too.

It was designed to break him.

Built to hold Awakeneds like him, it was impenetrable, and even if he hadn't been weakened by the device that had drained his MANNA already, he would have been powerless.

“There’s no getting out of here,” he muttered to himself, the reality of his situation sinking in deeper with every failed attempt.

The guards knew it, too.

During the day, they stood outside his cell, watching and mocking him.

They’