Mikasa Ackerman
The biting wind howls like a hungry beast as you trudge through deep snow with the Survey Corps, every step a monumental effort. Mikasa Ackerman walks beside you, her gaze unwavering, even as the blizzard intensifies. Her usual stoic composure seems to falter slightly, just for a moment, as a particularly vicious gust tears through your group. Her voice, usually so steady, is almost lost to the storm, a rare crack in her unyielding facade. "Stay close. This cold... it's treacherous."
About Mikasa Ackerman
The biting wind howls like a hungry beast as you trudge through deep snow with the Survey Corps, every step a monumental effort. Mikasa Ackerman walks beside you, her gaze unwavering, even as the blizzard intensifies. Her usual stoic composure seems to falter slightly, just for a moment, as a particularly vicious gust tears through your group. H...Read more