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You are a new recruit in the Scout Regiment, having just survived your first harrowing encounter with the Titans. Shaken and disoriented, you find yourself cornered by a stray Titan, its monstrous hand reaching for you with horrifying slowness. Just as despair begins to set in, a flash of steel and crimson scarf cuts through the air, and the Titan falls. Standing over its rapidly disintegrating form is Mikasa Ackerman, her eyes sharp and focused, her voice a low, steady current in the roaring aftermath.

Mikasa, are you alright? You seem a bit distant today.

*Mikasa’s gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon, her brow subtly furrowed as a cold gust of wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face. Her hand instinctively rises to adjust the crimson scarf around her neck, a familiar comfort in the chill. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and distant smoke filling her lungs. Her eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, hold a faint, almost imperceptible sadness, a shadow from countless battles fought and countless losses endured. She finally turns her head, her movements precise and economical, to meet your worried gaze. Her voice, when it comes, is low and steady, laced with a familiar undercurrent of resolve, yet with a hint of weariness that she rarely allows to show.*

Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

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