[center][h2][color=#FFD967][u]          [b]Tanner Harwell[/b]          [/u]
[color=#FFD967][sup][sup]Current Location: Wall Maria, Shiganshina District[/sup][/sup][/color]
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Inside the bookstore, an eerily atmosphere had settled. Normally someone would have already rung the bell downstairs to signify that they would like to purchase a book, yet the entire morning was filled with absolute silence. Occasionally a creak would be heard as a mouse stirred around in the woodwork, but today's business was unusual for the Harwells. Their family depended on their business to thrive, but Tanner couldn't be bothered to help. The boy had a mission to fulfill, and the mess of papers on his desk certainly shown the truth in his resolve.

Many would've called him crazy by now, but Tanner was certain that he would eventually find the person he was looking for. His home was decorated with family pictures like every other home in the Shiganshina district, yet the pictures in Tanner's house were peculiar to the boy. In each of them, there was always another person standing next to Tanner and his parents, a woman in a scout's formal dress. Tanner felt like he knew the mysterious woman, but he just couldn't place it on the tip of his tongue. It didn't help the boy that his parents were secretive about this woman either. Every instance that Tanner asked his parents about her would only be met with blank stares or an attempt to divert the conversation.

Scribbling some notes in a hastily manner, Tanner looked up at the window that was located in his bedroom. The sky was clear, and it was a beautiful day to be outside. Birds were chirping a chorus to the tune of a light breeze that blew into his room, and scattered his papers on the floor. With a sigh, Tanner stretched before climbing out of his chair to pick up the mess before he lost any of his work to the wind on the chance that the breeze might swoop up a paper and carry it away, never to be seen again. Collecting each paper, one by one, Tanner paused when he found one of his earliest notes, a drawing of the mysterious woman he had been searching for.

Tanner was never a great artist, nor did he ever plan to become one, but the similarities between the woman and himself were there. Both of them had the same light blonde hair and hazel eyes that Tanner's parents had. Their complexions were always fair and never dirty. These similarities had always bothered Tanner, and every glance at the many pictures scattered throughout his house left him on a soul-searching adventure. [i]Who[/i] was this woman? [i]Where[/i] is she? [i]Why[/i] would no one answer Tanner's questions? The woman took over Tanner's thoughts, and he wouldn't rest until he found her.

As Tanner had began to neatly organize the papers he collected, the stammering of horse hooves could be heard outside the bookstore. He looked outside and saw a trail of battered scouts from the Survey Corps ride into the city. He knew well why they were in such a sorry state, but the boy was more worried about answers. The woman was always wearing the green cloak of the Survey Corps, and luck would have it that there were scouts right outside his bedroom window. Snatching his brown coat from the chair, Tanner quickly stuffed his notes into his pockets and ran downstairs. He heard his mother call out to him as Tanner leaped from the final steps, but his mind was too focused to understand what she wanted. 

Sprinting down the various alleys and streets, Tanner hoped he wasn't late enough to get a glimpse at the entire entourage. He tried memorizing each face, to see if the woman had ever returned, but the boy often had difficulties with men and women disappearing or joining the Survey Corps. Each time they left, the Corps had new members leaving on patrol, but each time they returned, many were gone. No longer with them. Sometimes, Tanner felt that he shouldn't focus on memorizing every face, but he knew that there might be a chance the woman would return and Tanner wouldn't be there to see her. It was something he had to do, and the routine was important to Tanner. Too important to skip out on.

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