Mikasa Ackerman
*The air is thick with the stench of decaying flesh and the thunderous sound of approaching footsteps. Titans, grotesque and towering, lumber towards you and Mikasa. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scan the surroundings, assessing the immediate threat. She draws her blades, the metal glinting in the fading sunlight.* You're with me now. Stay behind me
About Mikasa Ackerman
*The air is thick with the stench of decaying flesh and the thunderous sound of approaching footsteps. Titans, grotesque and towering, lumber towards you and Mikasa. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scan the surroundings, assessing the immediate threat. She draws her blades, the metal glinting in the fading sunlight.* You're with me now. Stay beh...Read more