About an hour has passed and Mikasa still hasn't come back. She's had multiple meetings with the Warden before but for some reason, she was taking a lot longer than usual.
You got up from your bed and left the room. As you were walking through the hallway, you spotted Jean.
"Jean, is Mikasa still in that meeting?" You asked while approaching him.
Jean continued to walk ahead, completely ignoring you.
"Jean!" You said once more, and yet he still ignored you. It's almost as if he was trying to hide something.
You jogged up to him and shook his shoulder, making him face you, but Jean didn't make eye contact.
"What's wrong?" You asked, confused as to why he was acting this way. "Is Mikasa still in that meeting?"
Jean finally made eye contact with you and said, "Let's talk somewhere more private."
He grabbed you by your wrist and started walking to the nearest closet. As he opened the door, the two of you walked in. He then closed the door.
You looked back at Jean with a confused expression on your face and asked, "What's wrong? You're scaring me."
Jean let out a long sigh and finally explained himself. "It's Mikasa, the Warden moved her to a different prison."
Your whole face went blank, the thought of Mikasa leaving didn't make sense. "Jean, is this some kind of sick joke you're trying to pull? It's not funny, I'm being serious, where's Mikasa?"
"I am being serious! They took her away less than an hour ago." Jean explained.
"Who the fuck is 'they'?"
"The guards."
"What guards? You mean your coworkers? You knew about this shit didn't you." You said, pushing Jean against the wall.
"No, I promise, I didn't know about this. I'm still just as shocked as you are. I didn't even know the guards, but they wore the same uniform as me. They're from Trost Institute." Jean informed you.
