The Legion was a bar that was in a dark alleyway, outside a busy street. The Legion probably wasn't the best place for a rich family to pass, but the people there welcomed you with open arms.

The Titan was a bar across the way, filled with prestigious and wealthy tourists and gamblers. After the popular rise of the bar, Titan, Erwin Smith, the owner of the Legion felt as if he needed to rise to the top and defeat Titan once and for all.

But how could he? Here he was at a dump, a long ways away from his precious building they once resided in, that was crumbling into dust.

"This place is starting to end up like the old Legion." Said Erwin, closing his eyes and remembering the fire that exploded and caused several deaths.

"I know it sounds strange," Murmured Erwin, "But I still think Titan is the one responsible for our old bar to burn."

Levi nodded in agreement, and looked off at Erwin's shoulder, which seemed oddly interesting to him at the time.

Erwin turned to look outside the window where the dark rain splattered on the cracked glass. Down the alley, Erwin could almost make out the red 'T' that was reflecting off the bright street lamp.

Erwin glowered at the 'T' and turned back to face Levi who was on his feet, dusting off his black pants.

"Sorry, but it seems my break is over."

Erwin noticed the muffled music slowly coming to a halt behind his closed door.

Erwin stood as well and desperately walked to Levi, "Did you see how many people were in the lounge tonight?"

Levi nodded, "Sorry boss. It's just the three people that sit in the back and Blondie that always fawns over Hanji."

Erwin sighed and rubbed his forehead. To think after a popular debut, people would be desperate enough to try and find the place after it burned down…

Erwin watched as Levi left, and caught the door just in time to see the small audience.

Just as Levi said, there were the three mysterious people that sat in the back, sharing a whiskey bottle, and the blonde girl that looked as if she belonged to a rich family, and was clapping and grinning slightly.

Erwin saw a half empty whiskey bottle and snatched it up, retreating back into his room, angered.

Petra was wiping her piano away with dust when Levi walked up on stage.

Petra smiled and brushed her black dress, "How was your break?" She asked, a light pink rising on her cheeks.

"Normal." Levi replied, "Just Erwin blabbering about how Titan is responsible for all of this." He gestured to the greasy walls and creaking floorboards.

"Typical." Petra laughed and snorted, making her stop and look at her piano quickly, her face a bright red.

Levi shook his head and glanced at Auruo, who was trying to fix a dent his already dented trumpet. He was smoking a cigar and began to grumble when Erd bumped him in the back with his saxophone. Gunter laughed and did a drumroll and hit a crash cymbal.

Levi clapped and they all snapped their necks towards him. "Okay, let's get this over with before my allergies start acting up." He sniffed as dust began to float around him. They all nodded and Levi began to snap his fingers in rhythm. "One, a-two, a—" He sneezed, "Three."

The music began to play and a very bored Eren began to tap his fingers to the beat. He heard this song about a thousand times, but Levi's voice made it worthwhile. Not too repetitive, and not too annoying. Just very smooth.

Next to him, Mikasa was drying a glass which was sparkling clean and tapping her foot to the rhythm.

Eren sighed, "I wish this were more fun."

"Not all work is fun. Work usually is for the pay." Mikasa replied bluntly, setting the glass down on the wooden counter.

"We hardly get paid. And it used to be fun." Eren whined, "When all the people were willing to buy expensive drinks."

Mikasa straightened her bowtie. He was right. Ever since the fire and ever since the new transfer, cheap people would come in and wouldn't get any nice, fancy drink. They only asked for whiskey.

Mikasa jumped when Armin's waiting platter hit the counter with a crash. He sat down and groaned.

"What is it, Armin?" Eren asked curiously.

"I just realized something." Armin grumbled, "Those three people over there?" He nodded towards the three mysterious people who wore nothing but black coats and fedoras, "Well, one's a girl."

"So what?" Eren asked.

"I've been calling her 'Sir' for the longest time." Armin glanced at the one in the middle, "And to top that off she's really pretty."

Armin moaned again and put his head in his hands.

"Armin, I have never seen you like this before." Mikasa said, who was back to cleaning her already clean glass.

"It's because she's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." Armin looked at Mikasa, "Besides you, but that's a different story." He glanced at Eren.

"Then why don't you just talk to her?" Eren's voice was muffled by his arm.

"You don't understand." Armin said, "The blonde boy on her left looks really strong. The black haired boy looks average but he's really tall and seems to be…clingy to the girl."

Armin looked back at the table and his eyes met her cold blue ones for a split second. He turned away quickly and looked at Levi, who was finishing the song off with a long, loud note.

The blonde haired girl in the front stared and then began to clap loudly. Ymir stared at her and glowered. She's been here every day for a month. How was she not sick of this band, song and let alone this place?

Ymir watched as the girl's face lightened up as Hanji walked on stage, wearing her original black and gold flapper outfit. Her hair was curled and her glasses were off, and she was squinting to see the audience.

Ymir saw a pattern in the past month, seeing how the blonde girl would stare in awe of Hanji's body movements as she danced gracefully to the beat of the music.

Finally, after Hanji's number was done, Ymir made her way down to the girl's table and sat down loudly, making the blonde girl jump.

"Why are you here?" Ymir asked rudely.

The girl seemed scared, and she glanced at her soft blue obviously-expensive dress. "It's because I look rich, isn't it?"

"Why are you so interested in Hanji? Why do you come here instead of some rich casino?" Like Titan?

The girl looked offended, "I never would have guessed I would be stereotyped as a rich girl." The girl looked back up at the stage, "I'm a runaway."

"A runaway?" Ymir asked, confused, "Then why'd you come here to this dump?"

"Because…" She flipped her hair, "I like watching the famous Hanji Zoe dance."

Ymir was still when the girl looked back at her with wide blue eyes.

Then, the girl slowly said, "I ran away because my family didn't let me dance how I like. They always wanted me to dance ballet. But I don't want that. I want to dance like Hanji."Her eyes suddenly turned pleading, "Do you think I can meet her?"

Ymir froze and smiled flirtatiously, "Depends. What's your name?"

The girl opened her mouth and then paused, "It's…um….Krista! Krista Lenz."

Ymir stared and stroked her greasy hair. "Um…I'll see."

Krista's face glowed, "Really? Thank you, thank you! Uh…"

"Ymir." She said and felt her cheeks flush.

In the kitchen, Connie snorted loudly, "Look who's flirting again."

Sasha, who had a mouthful of almost-stale bread, looked out the glassless window. There she could see an awkward Ymir talking to that happy girl that showed up every day.

"Jeez, that girl." Sasha handed Connie a piece of bread.

"Do you have to eat everything you see?" Connie asked.

"Why not?" Sasha asked and shoved the bread in his mouth, "No one ever eats the stuff here anyways."

"True." Connie mumbled.

All was quiet. When the song they were listening to ended, Connie sighed, "I can't believe Marco is really gone."

Sasha's voice fell hush, "Don't talk about it."

Sasha remembered Jean running into the bar, holding a bloody body to his chest, screaming, "Somebody! Please help Marco!" The body he had was indeed Marco, but it looked as if somebody cut off half of his body. The only thing remaining of his right side was a leg. Jean then explained that he found Marco in an abandoned building. Jean and Marco were policeman, and Marco was sent off to find a robber or something, and that was the last someone had seen on him.

"Jean probably won't be here again today." Connie murmured.

"It's been a week since Marco's death. He was really close to him you know." Sasha replied.

Connie leaned against the wall and sighed, "Marco hit us pretty hard, didn't he?"

"Just like a real punch." Sasha agreed.