Meeting A WAKER

The warehouse was even worse than it looked in the photos.

It was the last place a super-abled person had attempted an attack, and it had been abandoned for months since then.

A chunk of the roof had been ripped off clean and one section of the wall had been blown in, as if knocked down with a sledge hammer.

There were also untouched boxes of goods lying around in various states of ruin, and most of the building was charred.

Eren touched the wall and his hand came away covered in soot. He sniffed the black powder.

“The report said nothing about the building being burned,” Samantha said from behind him.

She was down on her haunches, examining marks on the ground.

The markings led all the way into the warehouse, as if someone with very hard legs had walked into it, breaking the very ground beneath them as they walked.

“Strange,” Drake offered. “This place was definitely fried.” He had spent most of the investigation ignoring Eren and keeping to himself.

A welcome