12:01 AM. Moon peak: Main Headquarters of the Crimson Bandits

  Under moonlit cover and chilled winds. A dark shadow stalked through the upper limits of the wards highest building. On the rooftop. Overlooking the building below, Eren watched. Waiting for the right moment to begin.

  The pound sprawled before him, buildings interected into a massive hexagon, a city within a city. In the tre; the rgest structure a 12-floor crete tower. Windows barely seen from outside, tinted from any prying eyes. Dismal grey, weathered and dull.

  'A waste of power for a criminal guild. How could Baelor lose such a pce?'

  Guards of all sorts patrolled and took up choke points. Equipped with a range of arms. From modern rifles, shotguns to swords and spears. Some going without.

  The crimson bandits, red bandanas with crimson attire. Joined by several uilds mingling amongst themselves.

  One dressed like imperialist Japanese soldiers with red rising sun's stitched across their sleeves.

  Another in suits tailored to style. Slicked back hair and expeches. Almost all es of each other.

  Lastly, masked ones. Like the reaper. Bck armoured and skull faced. The only differences were long braids that came out of the back of the skulls. More like modern militaries, tactical gear adorns them.

  Fear radiated from the base, permeating throughout the whole ward. Taking a sharp inhale of that stale, cloying aroma of rot. Eren found his focus and aim. Now it's time to begin.

  The Reaper dropped down into the abyss below.

  "Hey. You have a smoke?" Asked a fine suited man. A Kobayashi syndicate's grunt. Posted out the front gates, he was hoping for a livelier time. Yet, found this position utterly b.

  "Yeah, here." The crimson bandit opened his pack. "Want ooo?" He offered to the imperial soldier standing guard. A thin, sy man; fidgeting with his fingers; was no different. Boredom taking him, but he deed the offer.

  "Don't smoke. Prefer the tea."

  Both bandit and Kobayashi syndicate shot gres. "And you?" Asking the bck legs member. Laying on a cold crete wall.

  *Stare*

  "Suit yourself." Lighting the cigarettes; and both puffing smoke into the chill night air.

  "Those skulls give me the creeps; think they even have people uhem?" Whispered the Kobayashi, taking a swift g them.

  "Probably. Just don't look in their eyes. They hate it when people stare at them."

  "So why the hell are we w with you? Aren't you kings who sit atop piles of credits?" Cigarette puff between words.

  "I wish. Sitting on an endless supply of credits, we’d be able to take on those white eyed fuckers in ward 21." Stomping the ground. "We've looked and looked. Never finding any trace of those infinite credits."

  "Is he truly that strong?" The imperial added.

  "The reaper?" He gazed in the distaowards the moon. Stars glittering like sparkling diamonds.

  "Yes... Everything you heard is true and far fug worse." The bandit taking a heavy draw. As if that smoke was all that was left.

  "Half of uild is gohe lucky ones we find the bodies... Most; only pools of blood remain. The only reason we know about him. He lets one live to tell the tale." Crimson member added, spitting on the ground, disgusted. As if trying to remove a terrible taste on his tongue.

  "Bha, sounds like bullshit to me. Men shouldn't fear ghosts. Cowards the lot of you." The imperial scoffed. Those sy hands on the end of his hip.

  "Does your entire guild sleep with the lights on?" tered the Kobayashi. Hands rubbing dowip of his suit. Cigarette smoke and hot breath pluming from o the surrounding air.

  "Yes."

  His answer gave pause to everyone. Gnces shared between the old world and new world. Perhaps there is no shame in a little fear.

  *Shick*

  "What was that?" Whispered the Kobayashi, straining his head.

  "What? The wind?" Imperial shot back.

  "No, it was something else. Oi skull face, wake up."

  The bck leg remained motionless, id across the crete.

  "Oi." The bandit walked over to shake him. He colpsed with little more than a thud. Blood streaked from underh the dark leg.

  "Shit his here! Go and warn-"

  *Shick* *Thud*

  *Shick* *Thud*

  The bandit turned back. Both the Kobayashi and Imperial slumped to the ground, bodies with a single ssh. Spilling warm red pools to the ground below.

  Azure eyes peered at him. The Reaper stood over crimson stained pavement.

  The bandits st light, a bone bde waving through the air.

  With the external guards down. Eren stood upon crimson stained pavement, his assault to begin. The southern side of the HQ, is where he would breach.

  Like a wolf through the shadows; stalking all those inside. Pig off any unsuspeg men. Making his way through winding corridors of damp crete. Every new patrol. Sughtered with utmost stealth.

  'About time you gave me something. Show me.'

  ---

  Current Knight t:

  Swordsmen: 25/25

  Archers: 11/11

  Brutes: 0/2

  To vert to brutes, 9 Swordsmen and 7 Archers.

  vert?

  ---

  "No."

  'What kind of math is this. Keep them.' The man behind the mask scoffed. A heavy sacrifiake; a sacrifice he could ill afford.

  The ring tightened around his finger, protesting its wielder's words.

  The reaper tinued onwards. Any unfortunate soul found in the reaper's path. However, he grew suspicious. A path was clearly id out to him. Men guiding him dowain paths.

  Eventually, ing across a rge courtyard, a mulit-purpose basketball court. Floodlights clicked on; bathing him in a scorg heat.

  Scuffling behind his back. Doors and shutters, being locked; blog off any path he previously had.

  "Wele Reaper!" Reiji cpped from a baly above. His right, Hiro stood; ninjato's fastened across his waist. His left, Panic; eyes fixated down like some cat eyeing a mouse.

  All sides covered by all guilds. Guns aimed at their prey

  "This ends tonight."