CHATBOT: INT. KENDALL ROY'S PENTHOUSE - GUEST ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON The room is bathed in soft, golden light filtering in through the heavy drapes. SARAH ROSE, or Rosie as she's known, sits curled up in the large armchair by the window, a book lying forgotten in her lap as she stares out at the cityscape, lost in thought. There's a gentle yet persistent knock at the door. ROSIE (calling out softly) Yeah? The door opens and ROMAN ROY, her older brother, steps in, his signature smirk playing on his lips. He's not alone. Standing slightly behind him is LEVI ACKERMAN, a man exuding an air of quiet strength, his raven hair and stone gray eyes giving him a compelling presence. ROMAN (casually) Hey, Rosie. Got a minute? ROSIE (giving a small but trying smile) For you? Maybe just one. Roman chuckles, walking in with Levi in tow. Rosie's eyes flicker with curiosity and a trace of anxiety as they settle on Levi. ROSIE (slightly tense) What's this about, Roman? ROMAN (trying to appear nonchalant) Straight to the point. Okay, I'll bite. Rosie, meet Levi Ackerman. He's, uh, sort of a late birthday present, I guess. ROSIE (confused and a bit irritated) I don't need any more presents, Roman. Especially if they come in human form. Roman holds up a hand, preempting her protests. ROMAN Listen, I know you're not gonna love this, but after... everything, I can't just do nothing. Levi here is one of the best out there--in what he does. Which, for the record, is being a 24/7 bodyguard. Rosie's face falls, a mix of shock and resentment flashing in her eyes. ROSIE (dismayed) A bodyguard? Roman, I don't want-- ROMAN (firmly but with care) You don't have a say in this, Rosie. Look, I'm not blind. I saw how scared you were at Ken's party. You shouldn't have to feel that way, especially not in your own home. Levi steps forward, his voice smooth, calming. LEVI I understand your concerns, Ms. Roy. But I assure you, I'm here to ensure your safety and peace of mind. You won't even know I'm around unless you need me to be. Rosie looks between Roman and Levi, the fight draining out of her. Her bravado fades, revealing the vulnerability beneath. ROSIE (softly, almost to herself) I'm just so tired, Roman. Tired of being scared all the time. ROMAN (closing the distance, gently taking her hand) I know, Rosie. That's why Levi's here. So you can stop being scared. So you can start feeling safe again. Give it a chance, for me? Rosie meets Levi's gaze, searching for sincerity and finding an unwavering comm...

CHATBOT: FADE IN: INT. KENDALL ROY'S PENTHOUSE - KITCHEN - THE NEXT MORNING The kitchen is bright and bustling with the early rays of the sun. SARAH ROSE (ROSIE) stands by the coffee maker, pajamas on, her hair tousled from sleep. She looks over her shoulder and, as expected, LEVI ACKERMAN stands a respectful distance away, his expression unreadable, his posture alert. ROSIE (sarcastically) Glad to see you take your coffee black. Makes my life easier. LEVI (nods, stoic) I'm not here to make your life difficult, Ms. Roy. Only to ensure your safety. ROSIE (rolling her eyes) Right, because what's scarier than a caffeine-deprived me in the morning. There's a hint of a smirk playing on Levi's lips, so brief Rosie thinks she might have imagined it. She pours herself a coffee, the silence stretching out awkwardly. Levi's presence is unnerving, not because he's intimidating but because of how out of place the entire situation feels to her. She sits at the kitchen island, Levi taking a position where he can easily view the room's entrances and exits. ROSIE (muttering under her breath) I feel like I'm in some weird reality show. LEVI (calmly, without looking at her) Your safety is my priority, not your comfort. ROSIE (challenging) And who decided I'm not safe in my own brother's fortress of a penthouse? LEVI It's not about the location. It's about ensuring no harm comes to you, regardless of your surroundings. ROSIE (studying him, curious) What did Roman tell you about me? About all... this? LEVI (steady gaze) Only that you require protection. The specifics of why aren't important to my job. Rosie's taken aback by his detachment. Levi's demeanor is nothing if not professional, yet there's a hardness in his eyes, a resolve that suggests he's no stranger to dealing with difficult, even dangerous situations. Rosie wonders just how much of her family's notorious public image Levi is aware of, and how much Roman may have revealed about her recent trauma. ROSIE (bluntly) So, you know nothing about the Roy family circus? LEVI (indifferent) I know what's necessary. Personal details don't concern me as long as they don't interfere with my ability to protect you. ROSIE (half-laughing) You're going to find that everything about the Roys is an interference. Levi finally turns to look at her, his gaze intense yet not invasive. LEVI (firmly) Then I will deal with those interferences as they come. My focus is your safety, Ms. Roy. Nothing else. Rosie is frustrated, the futility of arguing ...

CHATBOT: **Interior: Night - Dimly Lit Room within the Walls - Hours after the Scouting Expedition's Return** *(The room is sparsely furnished, the only light coming from a flickering candle on a small, wooden table. Cast-iron pans and military gear are scattered about. Levi sits at the table, his face shadowed, expression hard and unreadable. His Survey Corps cloak hangs loosely off one shoulder. In front of him, a small, crumpled piece of paper - a casualty report. His hands are clasped tightly together, knuckles white.)* **Levi**: *(Voice low, barely audible)* Sarah... *(A soft knock at the door breaks the silence. Erwin enters, his face solemn. He stands at the door, hesitant.)* **Erwin**: Levi, I... *(pauses, searching for words)* We did everything we could. *(Levi doesn't look up. His jaw clenches.)* **Levi**: *(Icily)* Did we? **Erwin**: *(Sighs, stepping closer)* You know the circumstances. The Female Titan... **Levi** *(Interrupting, voice rising slightly)*: I know what happened, Erwin! That doesn't change the fact that we lost good soldiers. That we've potentially lost Sarah. *(Erwin remains silent, recognizing Levi's pain. He moves to sit opposite Levi at the table.)* **Erwin**: Levi, Sarah was one of our best. Her loss... *(Levi's fist hits the table, causing the candle to flicker violently, almost going out. His voice is laced with anger now.)* **Levi**: Don't talk about her in the past tense. *(A heavy silence falls between them. Erwin looks at Levi, seeing the man's rarely shown vulnerability.)* **Erwin**: Levi, we all cared for her. She followed me here... *(His voice trails off, guilt evident.)* **Levi** *(voice softer, strained)*: She followed you, yes, but she fought with us. She was... *(He pauses, struggling)* She was more than just another soldier to me, Erwin. *(Erwin reaches across the table, placing a hand on Levi's. His voice is steady, offering solace.)* **Erwin**: I know. And if there's even the slightest chance she made it, we'll find her. But for now, we need to focus on the survivors, on what's next. Sarah wouldn't have wanted us to give up, not now. *(Levi finally looks up, his gaze meeting Erwin's. The emotion in his eyes is raw but there's a flicker of resolve there too.)* **Levi**: Then we keep moving forward. For the ones we've lost... for Sarah. *(Erwin nods, a silent agreement between them. They stand, a newfound determination taking hold despite the grief that lingers in the air. The candle flickers one last time as they move ...

CHATBOT: **Exterior: Dense Forest - Twilight** *(The sun is just starting to rise, casting a soft golden light through the thick canopy of the forest. Birds chirp in the distance, an eerie calm settling over the area. Sarah stirs on the forest floor, her uniform torn and caked with dirt and blood. Her face is pale, but her determination is evident as her eyes flutter open, squinting against the early morning light.)* **Sarah** *(whispering to herself, disoriented)*: Where...? *(She attempts to sit up, grimacing in pain as her hand immediately goes to her side, where a makeshift bandage is soaked through with blood. She takes a moment to assess her surroundings and her injuries, trying to piece together the events that led her here.)* **Sarah** *(muttering to herself, trying to stay calm)*: The right flank... The Female Titan... We were ambushed. *(Flashbacks of the terrifying encounter flicker through her mind - the screams of her comrades, the overwhelming power of the Female Titan, and the desperate escape. Sarah shakes her head, trying to push away the memories.)* **Sarah**: *(Determinedly, to herself)* Stay focused. You need to survive this, for them. *(She slowly gets to her feet, leaning against a tree for support. She takes a deep breath and looks towards the direction of the Wall, barely visible through the dense trees. She knows she has a long journey ahead.)* **Sarah**: I need to make it back. But first, first aid. *(She scans the area)* And some water. *(With a plan in mind, Sarah cautiously starts to move, using trees for support as she goes. Suddenly, she hears a branch snap nearby. She freezes, heart racing, and silently draws her blade.)* **Sarah** *(whispering)*: Friend or foe? *(A small deer appears from the bushes, looking at her curiously before darting away. Sarah lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and sheathes her blade.)* **Sarah**: *(Chuckling weakly to herself)* Great, now I'm getting jumpy at deer. *(She continues on, her steps slow but unwavering. Sarah finds a small stream and carefully tends to her wounds, washing them with the cold, clear water. She rips a cleaner part of her shirt to make a new bandage, wincing as she ties it around her waist.)* **Sarah**: Alright, Sarah. Time to move. You've survived worse. You can do this. *(Determination etched on her face, Sarah sets off towards the Wall, limping but resilient. The camera pans up to the rising sun, its light casting long shadows through the trees, symbolizing the...

CHATBOT: INT. DENSE WOODED FOREST - DAY Moss-laden trees loom over a damp, shadowy clearing. Sunlight dapples through the thick canopy, creating patches of light on the forest floor. BEAKER, wearing his usual lab coat that's much too big for him, stumbles through the underbrush, his red hair askew, a look of determination set across his face. Ahead, EDWARD CULLEN stands in a shaft of sunlight, his skin faintly shimmering, a look of brooding intensity on his face. He's dressed in his usual casual, yet somehow disconcertingly perfect attire. Beaker stops a few feet away from Edward, his eyes wide behind his round glasses. He takes a deep breath, trying to muster his courage, and then embarks upon a speech, his voice a series of high-pitched, nervous "meep-meep-meep!" EDWARD narrows his eyes, struggling to maintain his stoic facade as he interprets Beaker's unique mode of communication. BEAKER (subtitled) I know what you are. Edward looks taken aback, his eyebrows lifting in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. EDWARD Say it... out loud. Say it. Beaker takes a step forward, the intensity in his bulbous eyes could light a fire. He flails his arms for emphasis, his voice a crescendo of emphatic "meep-meep-meeps!" BEAKER (subtitled) Vampire! A tense silence falls over the clearing. Edward stares at Beaker, admiration and surprise mingling in his gaze. It was one thing for Bella to confront him, but Beaker, with his endearing meeps and undeniable courage, somehow pierces through Edward's centuries-old heart with a peculiar kind of earnestness. EDWARD Are you afraid? Beaker looks up at Edward, his expression earnest and unflinching. After a beat, he shakes his head vigorously, a determined "meep" escaping his lips. BEAKER (subtitled) No. Because I'm in love with you. Edward looks stunned, the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, an amused smile threatening to break through his usually impassive demeanor. Here he was, confronted by a Muppet who, despite everything, saw only the good in him. The absurdity and purity of the moment catches him off guard. EDWARD And you believe a vampire and a Muppet can have a future together? Beaker nods vigorously, then launches into an impassioned tirade of "meep-meep-meep," flapping his arms about, conveying his willingness to face any obstacle, any prejudice, all for the sake of love. Edward watches him, a mixture of wonder and affection painting his face. He takes a step toward Beaker, closing the distance between them. EDWAR...