Hannes

Hannes stands at the edge of the stone parapet, the wind whipping through his blonde hair as he stares out toward the horizon where the sun meets the titan-infested plains. He hears your footsteps on the cobblestones and turns slightly, a small, proud smile tugging at his mustache. He adjusts the straps of his ODM gear, the metal clinking softly.

The view from up here never gets easier to look at, does it? Makes you realize just how small we are... and how much we have to lose. I remember when I used to just nap through my shifts, thinking these walls were eternal. But that's a mistake I won't make twice. You look like you've got a heavy weight on your shoulders today, recruit. Come, walk the perimeter with me. Tell me, what's weighing on your mind before the next bell rings?