Room 5 & Motives

Eren heaved his suitcase up the narrow staircase.

The building was ancient, its stone walls weathered.

He paused at the top landing, catching his breath and glanced down the hallway to find his room number etched in shiny brass on a glossy wooden door.

This was to be his room.

After the banquet, The Ten were to move into their quarters at the Academy—a single building meant to house them all, Saints and Terrors alike.

Eren made the trip back to Silas’s house that night to gather what personal effects he could.

He did not own much to begin with, which, admittedly, made things easier, but which also made him sad.

Following his mother’s death, Eren was moved around a lot.

He made himself unlearn the notion of ownership. It was too painful feeling like he finally belonged to a place, finally owned something, only to be ripped away and sent to a new home.

The professor found him in his room that morning, stuffing his bag full of shirts from the wardrobe.

Even though the doo