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In an alternate world with no giants to fear for, children live a much more boring life. Or do they..?

MRS [ Maria, Rose, Sina ] high is the biggest school, located in the center of district Maria, surrounded by district Sina and Rose.

►The school itself has a bit of extreme grouping going on. Just like there's athletic types and bookworms in most schools, MRS takes it to another level. There's types of talented students who patrol the school to keep peace among it, the "Military police" they call themselves who go by the book in keeping order.

►Then there is a second group, they also work on keeping peace however they don't go by the rules and tend to also know when they need to get their hands dirty with things like the school rivalry and bullies. They work to try and keep the school as free as possible without playing the waiting games the military police do

►Then there's the third group which is basically a step up from Student council who have most of the power and tends to work along side both of the other groups, handling the political side of things on the school.

It was strange how things like excitement and nervousness would entangle themselves together in a person's heart, making every tic of the clock in the dead of night echo endlessly through your surroundings as you were forced to wait patiently for the inevitable alarm to shatter the quietness.

This had been the young girl, Christa Renz, previous night. She had counted the seconds between on and off sleep for her today until finally her alarm had forced her out from the comfort of her sheets and to prepare herself. It wasn't as though this was her very first day of attending MRS high, if anything something far more important in her mind, something that didn't make itself known just one day in your life, but everyday...

"Not now," she mumbled mentally to herself for the eighteenth time since she had awoken, continuing with her daily routine of making a pair of lunches along side breakfast. It's not the time to be thinking of something like that. Considering it had been the only thing really bothering her mind recently, she found that a little silly to say. Regardless, she did just as she told herself to, finishing up the lunch boxes for herself and a certain someone along with setting breakfast on the table, making sure the smell of scrambled eggs, toast with butter or jam and bacon made it's way back to the bedroom before she herself made her way there to fetch her roommate. She knew she would be up soon.

Whether it would be by her own efforts, the smell of food or Christa having to physically go there and try and drag her out of bed was the unknown factor, but... She'd give it another minute before she would try, especially since going herself was a dire risk of being thrown back in bed.

It was here the young blonde allowed her eyes stroll around the quaint apartment, the one she had been calling home for quite some time now. It was rather simple, a quiet second floor unit, on a quiet corner of a neighborhood near the high school. It was nothing fancy, a small living space, kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, more than enough. It was furnished to, which eliminated the need to purchase furniture besides some bedding and personal odds and ends.

It was perfect in her eyes, especially with the scattered pictures that had slowly collected in frames in various places around it, ones containing the faces she had grown so a custom to seeing everyday.

"I wonder, will everyone else get involved with that?" She pondered softly to herself, letting her eyes finally drift back to the bedroom door.

MRS was a nice school, but there was a very well-known aspect of it among the student body who attended it. As your first year came to an end, you were left with a very important decision concerning your future as a student there. Not only her, but everyone else who had attended that first day of school with her...

The choice wasn't the problem for her,though she probably didn't seem like the type who would try to get involved with any kind of trouble, the desire to want to help was something she couldn't protest. She knew exactly what she wanted to do after her first year.

Telling Ymir, though... That what was keeping her awake at night.