(Months Later - Annie's POV)

It's 1:00 AM. I sat in the living room and enjoyed a comedy movie with popcorn and diet soda. An unappreciated and underrated type of soda.

The comedy movie was hilarious but since I was alone, at night, tired and not in the mood to laugh, I didn't laugh, but most of the time, anyway. I chuckled at some of the jokes and and didn't even notice the mildly funny ones, if there was any at all.

Suddenly my phone rang while to my left, on the couch. I looked at it to see who's number it was, but to my slight surprise, it was an unknown number. I assumed it was a wrong number, so I picked up in order to end this unwanted interruption.

"Hello?" I asked as I answered the phone. All I heard was a deep chuckle on the other end.

"Annie Leonhart, is it?" The voice on the phone asked. It was a deep voice of a person that gave the feeling of being part of Gen Z, or a millennial at most.

"Who's asking?" I asked with my emotionless voice. I was instantly on guard as my fight or flight senses kicked in.

"Oh don't worry. I'm just someone interested in making a deal with you. And if my deal is accomplished, it would be a win-win situation for the both of us." The voice, which was clearly a 'He' responded.

"I'm not interested."

"Unfortunately it's not about mutual interest, at least not now. I've been studying your situation for quite a while and I believe I have the answer to your situation. To prove my statement, I will tell you this. You have a deep, hidden secret you want hidden from the world, especially your boyfriend. A secret that is now known by your boyfriend's arch nemesis. Also I'd like to add that the secret is of considerable size; quite literally, that is. A secret that is quite... Titanic."

My heart sank. I immediately got off the couch and paused the movie. I stared at my hand and watched as it shook and trembled, followed by chills down my spine.

"What do you want exactly?" I asked, my voice clearly nervous.

"Are you able to leave the house?"

"Sure."

"I mean get in a car and out of town for a bit."

"What? Why?"

"I'll tell you when we meet in person. Now are you able?"

"Sure."

I got off the couch and washed my mouth of popcorn and then took my phone and keys and got out of the house. As I closed the door behind me, my eyes met with the shades of two men in black suits and a black car.

"Ms. Leonhart. Come with us please." The one next to the backseat car door said as he opened it.

"Are you with the guy who called?"

"Yes. Now please. We do not mean you any harm."

I got inside of the car and left.

The car windows were tinted and I couldn't see on the inside but once I entered all of that changed. The car was a Mercedes-Benz. I the two guys sat in front while I was alone in the back.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the Airport." The driver replied.

Once we arrived I got out of the car. To my surprise I wasn't blindfolded or anything, but I was escorted to a private jet as if I'm a VIP.

'I wish Eren could see me now.' I thought to myself.

Once I entered I saw a teenager wearing a Black tuxedo with a black shirt. He was sitting on a plane seat with a cup of what I assumed is hot chocolate.

"Hello Annie." The man said. The voice sounded exactly like that of the phone call.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Your cooperation."

"Can you be a little less vague please?"

"Sure. You see, I know of your situation. You are a titan-shifter, yes?"

I stayed silent but my eyes were fixed on his.

"Anyways, as we both know your time is ticking, and you really don't have much time left. And you wish you could live on like a normal person, free of titan powers and whatnot. Correct?"

I nodded my head, seeing that I am desperate. I didn't have much time left. Less than a decade. Maybe six of eight years at most.

"And you have a solution?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. And it would be more beneficial to you and give you what you want."

"Would it, whatever this is, stop my titan powers?"

"If that's what you want." He replied with a casual tone. A somewhat amicable one, I should rather say.

"But there's a catch." I continued.

"As with most bargains and concessions, yes."

"And what do you want from me?"

"First, I need you to get me a sample."

My heart skipped a beat. I instantly realized what sample he needs.

"How can I do that? And why can't you?" I asked.

"You know your father has a stock?"

"A stock?!" I replied, clearly shocked horrified.

"Then I guess... you didn't know... okay." The suited guy stated, clearly taken back by my reaction. "Y-Yes, a stock. A large container, containing, pun intended, dozens of smaller boxes. Each of them containing a number of serums. I need a box. Two if you could procure that. I'm pretty sure he has a few in his house, just in case or whatever."

"You still haven't told me why you can't get them." I stated.

"I cannot get them because your father wants them for himself. I do not know why, but eventually I will find out. You on the other hand, he trusts, contradicting your beliefs."

"And how do you know that."

"Spies. Anyways he wants you to eventually submit to his schemes and do what he asks. So what I want you to do is go to his house, and pretend like you want to do what he wants, in exchange for a favor of something of your choosing, that's not about the serum sample. When it comes to the serum sample. The second you discover its location, you hatch a plan to get it, secretly or even guns blazing, I don't care. Get it, get out, and a specialist of mine will detain your father and imprison him with me, don't worry, I won't kill him." The man explained. "And to give you at least a little trust in me, I'll tell you why I need them. I'm trying to reverse engineer and produce a serum out of it in order to counter its effects."

"So I would be helping you and in turn helping myself?" I asked.

"Exactly. So, what do you say? Deal?" He asked, sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Deal."