Elena

"Elena Mendez," I told him my name and he smiled. Since he still held on to the handshake, I had to withdraw my hand myself.

Like he was already accustomed to the house, Eren walked into the kitchen and grabbed a kettle.

"Last time we met, I asked you why I couldn't smell any distinct blood in you," Eren said with his back turned to me as he filled the kettle with water and ignited the gas cooker. He wasn't going to give up, was he? He still wants to know why I'm the way I am.

"Are you ready to give me an honest answer now?" Eren asked...