The Cell Escape

The fourth night of Drake’s stay in the cell brought a surprise that neither occupant expected.

It was late at night, probably 11 p.m. or 12 a.m., Eren could guess.

As usual, he could barely sleep.

His stomach growled, and the goosebumps across his skin made slumbering difficult.

He closed his eyes, humming a slow tone, when suddenly he heard—

“Who’s that?” It was Drake.

Eren ignored him and continued to hum.

Then, Drake spoke again. “Who is there?”

And Eren heard it finally.

Footsteps.

They were soft at first. Almost silent, as if whoever it was was making a point not to announce themselves.

Eren stilled.

The footsteps didn’t sound like those of the guards, who made sure to make a noisy entrance whenever they arrived.

Eren scrambled from the wall to the small partition where he could see a bit.

He continued hearing the footsteps, and this time, with each passing second, they came closer.

“Eren?” A small but familiar voice called out.

Eren was too stunned to spe