A year had slipped away since Mobius immersed himself in the shadows of Wall Rose's underground and black market. The sunlit pursuits of the Trost district had given way to the clandestine dealings and whispered secrets of the hidden realms beneath the colossal walls.

In the darkness of the underground, Mobius navigated through dimly lit passages and concealed alcoves, his presence masked by the ever-shifting shadows. 

The black market, a nexus of illicit trades and hidden contracts, became Mobius's domain. Here, beneath the layers of Wall Rose, bounties were whispered rather than posted, and alliances were forged in secrecy. The rifle, now modified for stealth, remained at his side—a silent companion in the subterranean dance of shadows.

The Trost district above, once teeming with sunlight and open contracts, felt like a distant memory. Mobius had descended into the underground depths to confront challenges that lurked in the shadows. The stolen memories were replaced by the tangible currency of information, traded discreetly in the clandestine corners of Wall Rose.

As Mobius moved through the hidden passages, the black market revealed its intricacies—a network of mercenaries, informants, and enigmatic figures dealing in the currency of secrets. The sunlit pursuits were exchanged for covert missions, where the boundaries between legality and the clandestine blurred.

The year-long skip had sculpted Mobius into a master of the shadows, adept at navigating the complex web of the underground. The stolen memories were no longer a haunting specter, but rather a distant murmur in the ears of a mercenary immersed in the covert world beneath Wall Rose.

In this subterranean realm, Mobius's reputation as a skilled operative and reliable ally had solidified. The rifle, a tool adapted for stealth, spoke of his prowess in the clandestine arts. As the shadows deepened, the next chapter awaited, promising new contracts, concealed challenges, and the ever-present dance between light and darkness in the hidden heart of Wall Rose.

The shadows clung to the concealed corners of Wall Rose's underground, a labyrinth of secrecy where whispered deals and clandestine contracts thrived. Mobius, now a seasoned operative, stepped into the dimly lit enclave, the subtle echoes of his boots absorbed by the hushed conversations that reverberated through the hidden passages.

The black market, a clandestine hub beneath the colossal walls, pulsed with an undercurrent of intrigue. Merchants in shadowy alcoves flaunted wares, while operatives leaned against the walls, exchanging furtive glances. Mobius, a figure cloaked in the quiet confidence of a mercenary, moved through the concealed thoroughfares with purpose.

The rifle, modified for stealth, rested at his side—a silent assurance of his readiness for the covert endeavors that awaited. In the face of the tangible contracts, Mobius stood indecisively looking for the highest paying contract and opportunities that emerged in the shadows

As Mobius approached a discreet gathering spot, he overheard fragments of conversations—mentions of elusive bounties, covert missions, and the shifting alliances that defined the subterranean landscape. The black market, a realm where the boundaries between legality and the clandestine blurred, held promises that eclipsed the sunlit pursuits of the surface.

A figure clad in dark attire emerged from the shadows, a broker of contracts who recognized Mobius's presence. The exchange was silent, conducted through subtle gestures and veiled expressions. Contracts unfolded, each presenting a new challenge, a hidden danger, or an opportunity for profit in the covert realm beneath Wall Rose.

As Mobius approached a discreet gathering spot, he overheard fragments of conversations—mentions of elusive bounties, covert missions, and the shifting alliances that defined the subterranean landscape. The black market, a realm where the boundaries between legality and the clandestine blurred, held promises that eclipsed the sunlit pursuits of the surface.

A figure clad in dark attire emerged from the shadows, a broker of contracts who recognized Mobius's presence. The exchange was silent, conducted through subtle gestures and veiled expressions. Contracts unfolded, each presenting a new challenge, a hidden danger, or an opportunity for profit in the covert realm beneath Wall Rose.

Mobius, immersed in the shadows, considered the options before him. The tangible prospects that unfolded in the subterranean realm were now surrounded by a cloak of shadow. With a nod, he accepted a discreet parchment—a contract that held the promise of an intricate dance between shadows, and steel and coin.

The moonlight cast an ethereal glow over the silent outskirts of the Scout Regiment's camp as Mobius pressed forward, guided solely by the cryptic contract that had brought him here. The camp, wrapped in shadows, revealed little of its secrets, and the figure of Annie Leonhart remained an enigma—a name without a face, a presence without definition.

As Mobius moved deeper into the veiled encampment, the flickering lantern lights hinted at the presence of sentinels keeping silent watch. The air was charged with an unspoken tension.

The moonlit night embraced the outskirts of the Scout Regiment's camp as Mobius navigated the shadows, driven solely by the cryptic contract bearing Annie Leonhart's name. The unknown figure loomed in the moonlit silence, and the absence of details about Annie left Mobius on the precipice of an enigmatic encounter.

Approaching the concealed heart of the camp, Mobius discerned a silhouette, features obscured by the dim light. Annie Leonhart, a name etched in the mysterious contract, remained an enigma, her identity veiled by the shadows that enveloped the encampment.

As Mobius closed the distance, anticipation hung heavy in the air, and the lack of specific details about Annie's appearance heightened the tension. The cryptic nature of the mission had intentionally left her identity in the realm of uncertainty.

Facing the mystery of Annie Leonhart, Mobius withdrew from the outskirts of the Scout Regiment's camp. The moonlit night witnessed his departure, leaving behind the enigmatic figure and the silent confrontation that loomed in uncertainty.

Guided by the need for answers, Mobius embarked on a journey through the concealed passages of the underground, seeking information about the Scout Regiment and its members. The quest for understanding became an exploration into the complexities of the main story and the characters entwined within it.

As Mobius delved into the depths of the underground, the narrative unfolded through whispered rumors, snippets of conversations, and fragments of knowledge. The Scout Regiment, a bastion against the Titans, held secrets that eluded casual observation. Mobius's investigation became a silent quest for the truth.