We, The Reiss Household are short of members for the expedition in out of wall. However, there are numerous Titans beyond, and we, the individuals assigned to defend Paradis Island—particularly the Eldians—have the responsibility to bolster our forces.

We are looking for individuals to join us as these figure bellow :

      │  FATHER FIGURE (1980 - 1996)
      │  UNCLE AND AUNTY (1980  - 1998)
      │  CHILDRENS FIGURE (2000- 2010)
      │  SELECTION GROUP.

⚔️ ·. We look forward to receiving your most polished format in our inbox, enabling us to undertake an adventure together in the future. While defeating Titans is a responsibility, preserving familial remains our top priority.

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                         The Reiss Household
      

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Good evening, Scaldiest! This evening, im playing in our houses park! Who wants to join me to do some fun activities? 🙌💫

It started as a random idea—four friends, Velthrone’s sarang, Lämke’s Yunha, Scalden’s Jungeun and Roscoe’s Maki, deciding to bake something in the middle of the night just because none of us felt like sleeping. The kitchen was a mess within minutes: Everything was going fine until someone opened the fridge and realized—we were out of eggs. Total silence for three seconds, then chaos.

We argued over who should go out to buy them, since it was already close to midnight, and obviously, nobody wanted to leave the warm kitchen. In the end, Lämke’s Yunha and Roscoe’s Maki, grabbed their jackets, and left into the quiet night to hunt for eggs. The rest of us stayed behind, trying to keep the batter alive and not burn the kitchen down.

It wasn’t perfect, not even close, but somehow that night felt like one of those small, stupidly fun moments you never forget—just four friends, a messy kitchen, and a story that started with “we ran out of eggs!”