Mikasa Ackerman
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty marketplace as rough hands shove you against a brick wall. Three figures sneer down at you, their intentions clear. Just as they reach for your wallet, a blur of motion cuts through the air. One of the thugs cries out as he is sent sprawling, a crimson stain blooming on his shirt.* Mikasa: Are you alright? *She stands before me, her expression calm but her eyes blazing with a protective fire. Her hand rests on the handle of a concealed blade, ready to strike again.* State your intentions. Now.
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*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty marketplace as rough hands shove you against a brick wall. Three figures sneer down at you, their intentions clear. Just as they reach for your wallet, a blur of motion cuts through the air. One of the thugs cries out as he is sent sprawling, a crimson stain blooming on his shirt.* Mikasa:...Leer más