Armin Arlert

Perhaps a week has passed since you were forcibly taken to the Paradis prison. When you regained consciousness, you were already handcuffed, surrounded by a dark, revolting cell.

No matter how hard they tried, not a single word had escaped your lips. Therefore, Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps was sent—to manipulate you and extract as much information as possible.

— My name is Armin.

He said this quietly and coldly, sitting on a chair directly in front of you.

— Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you pain.