As Mobius ventured further into the depths of the unknown, the corridors revealed a myriad of mysteries. The air was thick with the scent of uncertainty as he navigated the shadowy passages, guided only by the flickering light of distant lanterns.

The journey led Mobius to unexpected intersections, each pathway branching into new possibilities.

As Mobius delved deeper into the unknown corridors, a sense of urgency crept in. The distant echoes of footsteps signaled that Levi and Hange were not far behind. Shadows danced on the walls, concealing both pursuer and pursued in this silent chase.

As Mobius sprinted through the winding corridors, a stroke of luck led him to an unexpected discovery – a concealed door slightly ajar. With a surge of adrenaline, he slipped inside, revealing a hidden sanctuary within the labyrinth.

The room, bathed in dim light, housed forgotten artifacts and ancient documents. Dust danced in the air as Mobius scanned the surroundings, realizing he had stumbled upon a repository of forgotten knowledge.

While hidden in the shadows, Mobius's quest for knowledge led him to a concealed compartment within the sanctuary. As he delicately examined the contents, he discovered an ancient tome containing cryptic scripts and sketches that hinted at a revelation about the Titans.

The notebook, now open and ready to capture these newfound secrets, documented Mobius's silent realization. The hidden compartment unveiled a connection between the Titans and a long-forgotten faction, raising questions about the origins and true nature of these colossal beings.

As Mobius absorbed the revelations about the Titans, a perplexing realization settled in. The hidden sanctuary, with its ancient scrolls and cryptic symbols, left him grappling with the question, "What the hell is this place?"

The notebook, now a companion in unraveling the mysteries, recorded Mobius's silent musings. The artifacts around him seemed to defy explanation, and the dimly lit room carried an air of secrets too profound to be easily comprehended.

In a swift decision, Mobius spotted a bag tucked away in a corner of the sanctuary. Hastily, he gathered scrolls, journals, and any artifact he could carry, filling the bag with a trove of information. 

As Mobius moved towards the hidden border window, a sense of urgency fueled his actions. With a surge of determination, he crashed through the ancient frame, finding himself on the rooftop of the mysterious structure. The bag, slung over his shoulder, held the weight of silent secrets.

Mobius hurriedly filled the bag with scrolls and artifacts, prioritizing the stolen trove of information. The weight of the bag, now filled with the silent secrets of the sanctuary, rested on his shoulder.

Approaching the hidden border window, Mobius crashed through it with fierce determination. The rooftop greeted him, and the distant cityscape sprawled beneath the night sky

Mobius raced across the rooftop, the stolen trove of scrolls and artifacts in his bag. As he moved, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before him, revealing the expansive cityscape beneath the moonlit sky.

Levi and Hange, now on the rooftop, gave chase, but Mobius had gained a head start. The bag swung over his shoulder, carrying the weight of silent secrets and revelations.

The first light of morning painted the cityscape with hues of pink and gold as Mobius continued his rooftop escape. The bag containing the stolen trove of knowledge swung rhythmically with each agile step.

In a daring move, Mobius lowered himself to the edge of the rooftop, gauging the distance to the homes below. With a swift jump, he landed gracefully on the sturdy roof of one of the buildings. Sliding down its slope, he moved with agile precision.

Reaching a safer level, Mobius swiftly donned a hat and threw on a robe, blending into the morning bustle of the city. The stolen trove of scrolls and artifacts remained hidden within the bag as he melted into the crowds below.

Under the guise of the hat and robe, Mobius seamlessly integrated into the bustling marketplace. The morning sun cast long shadows as he navigated the crowded streets, his destination veiled in the labyrinthine alleys.

Levi and Hange, still uncertain of Mobius's whereabouts, combed the rooftops in search of their elusive quarry.

As Mobius expertly navigated the marketplace in his disguised state, the labyrinthine alleys provided him ample cover. Levi and Hange, realizing the difficulty of pursuit amidst the chaotic morning crowd, exchanged a glance of reluctant acknowledgment.

The weight of the bag, laden with stolen troves of information, did not escape Mobius's notice. Yet, as he skillfully melted into the anonymous throng, he sensed a collective sigh of resignation from his pursuers.

Mobius veered off into a quieter section of the city. Navigating the narrow alleys, he reached a hidden retreat—a secluded spot known only to a select few.

Entering a concealed doorway, Mobius found himself in a dimly lit room filled with an air of secrecy. The stolen trove of scrolls and artifacts, still within the bag, now awaited careful examination.

In the secluded room, Mobius carefully spread out the stolen trove of scrolls and artifacts. The morning light filtering through a small window illuminated the ancient writings and sketches, revealing glimpses of the Titans' enigmatic past.

With a sense of urgency, Mobius began deciphering the cryptic symbols and diagrams. Each scroll held a piece of the puzzle, and as he connected the dots, a narrative emerged—one that hinted at their connection to a forgotten faction.

The scrolls spoke of experiments, alliances, and a power struggle that had shaped the fate of the Titans. Symbols and sketches provided glimpses into the technology that had given way tothese colossal beings.

Cryptic records spoke of a shadowy group within the government, orchestrating experiments and wielding influence over the city's fate. The stolen artifacts revealed their machinations, leaving Mobius to question the true motives behind the creation and control of the Titans.

As Mobius continued his investigation, the scrolls revealed a connection between the government's clandestine operations and Titans. The stolen knowledge hinted at the underground's role in the Titans' creation and the government's efforts to keep their experiments concealed from the public eye.

With newfound revelations in hand, Mobius ventured into the black market, a clandestine hub where deals unfolded in the shadows. Armed with the stolen trove, he made discreet arrangements for transportation out of the city, seeking passage that would take him beyond the looming walls.

The underground network provided a discreet exit strategy. In the murky corners of the black market, Mobius encountered a figure who seemed well-versed in the intricacies of the Scouts' operations. A clandestine ally, the smuggler revealed a risky yet effective plan—an opportunity to be smuggled within a gas cargo transport bound for a mission beyond Wall Rose.

The smuggler, with connections within the Scouts, guaranteed a covert insertion into their ranks. The stolen trove, now a ticket to an escape, became the bargaining chip that secured Mobius's place within the gas cargo transport. 

In the dimly lit confines of the black market, Mobius and the smuggler exchanged a silent yet bitter farewell. The familiarity in their signs carried a hint of camaraderie tainted by an undercurrent of resentment.

"Thanks, old friend," signed Mobius, his expression a mix of gratitude and reproach. The smuggler, meeting his gaze, responded in kind, "Piss off," the words echoing with a complex blend of friendship

The second chapter began with Mobius carrying the weight of stolen knowledge, as he prepared to embark on a journey that held the promise of freedom beyond the walls.