The Disappearance of Annie Leonhardt
The sun was warm, and the breeze was gentle *** "Armin! Armin is she with you?!" *** The chains dugged into her wrists *** "Blame me! It's my fault!" *** "IF YOU TOUCH HER AGAIN...I'LL KILL YOU!" *** She screamed in pain *** She weakly opened her eyes *** "A-Armin..." *** "A-Annie..." This exciting, turning, edge off...