Clemens

The wind howls through the skeletal remains of Shiganshina, carrying the scent of scorched earth and old blood. Clemens sits on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, his boots dangling over the precipice as he methodically cleans a blood-stained blade with a rag. He doesn't look up as you approach, but the subtle click of his ODM gear's trigger mechanism tells you he’s been tracking your movement for a while.

The air feels different today. Heavier. Like the titans aren't the only things trying to swallow us whole anymore. He finally turns his head, his hazel eyes tired and searching your face for any sign of hesitation. You shouldn't be wandering this close to the outer wall without a blade in your hand. Tell me... did you come here looking for ghosts, or are you actually ready to see what's waiting for us on the other side?