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Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly

Erens POV

Erwin brought me to a huge, modern building made from tinted glass and shiny silver steel. The rain had stopped leaving a damp chill in the air that sunk into my bones.

Erwin ushered me inside the revolving doors with excitement. On our way in he introduced me to a few people who looked quite happy to see me even though they had never met me. And after a few introductions I was taken to an elevator where he sent me off by telling me to be in room 343 on floor 11 tomorrow morning. He sent me up to floor 23 and left me alone with the crappy elevator music until the door opened.

My eyes widened at the sight before me. I was standing in a big open room with the elevator in the centre. I took a few steps out and noticed I was on an elevated light hardwood platform that took two stairs to lead me to the basic level. On said basic level to the left by big floor to ceiling windows was a sunken living room with a flat screen tv and three black leather couches. Forward from the elevator and slightly to the right is an elevated kitchen with all black and silver shiny appliances. Beside the kitchen to the left is a door leading to a large bathroom. I took a few more steps away and down the stairs from the elevator and looked behind me. It too was open, though with the option of being closed. Two thick curtains lay on either side.

My bedroom.

It had a large modern bed with a black and grey comforter and two sleek black bedside tables, each of which had a white lamp on it. Than there was a closet.

I walked over to the closet to see what it looked like and noticed that it was already filled with all kinds of clothes. Which were all in my size. I tried to ignore the creepiness of it and decided that I would ask Erwin later. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing and suddenly felt shabby next to all the designer labels in front of me, not to mention the small bloodstain on my collar, I hope nobody saw that. I took a quick glance into the mass of shirts, pants, jackets, shoes, hats, belts, socks and underwear. I grabbed a dark green tee shirt and black skinny jeans and some oddly pattered blue socks. I dashed into the bathroom beside my bed to get changed and have a shower.

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I emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and in a good mood. I went over to my new bed and flopped onto it ungraciously. I grabbed the remote from one of my bedside tables and started flipping through the channels. Nothing really caught my attention. I was about to get up and grab the bag Erwin had delivered for me full of all of my old belongings and, well, food, though before I got into the main area, a name on the reporters lips caught my attention. I quickly turned back around and sat on the chest at the foot of the bed and turned the volume up.

"Eren Jaeger, the Internet phenomenon that most of you have probably all heard of by now, has been signed by The Scouting Legion record label in pursuit of his musical career" She paused, gesturing to the large building I recognized as the one I was in right now.

"I am currently standing in front of The Scouting Legion's headquarters to see if I can get the scoop on Eren" She said with plastic enthusiasm. I ran into my office with basic things like a desk and guitar, and looked out the large windows to see a large filming crew out by the large fountain. They looked like ants to me from this height, nothing more than specs on the cobblestone drive.

As I was looking I saw a certain blonde manager walk out to the mass. I could hear their conversation from the still running tv in my room.

"What do you have planned for Eren Jaeger?" A microphone got shoved in his face which he politely pushed back.

"All information regarding Eren Jaeger is currently confidential" Erwin said, but than continued.

"I would now ask if you removed yourself from the premise, considering you are trespassing and on live television, I highly suggest you leave" He said calmly. He totally just destroyed them with a few words, the camera crew and paparazzi left immediately, hustling into their white television vans.