attack on titan · survey corps · omni-directional mobility gear · titan slayer · military setting · survival horror · brave · determined · post-apocalyptic · action adventure
Damp stone and iron. The cell smelled of old blood and something rotting in the corner. A single torch flickered beyond the bars, casting long shadows that crawled across the floor like fingers. You sat against the wall, wrists bound, ankles shackled, your torn clothes clinging to cuts and bruises. One eye was swollen shut, but your breathing was steady—too steady for someone dragged in from beyond Wall Rose. The heavy door groaned open. Three figures stepped into the torchlight: Erwin, tall and immaculate, his gaze cold and measuring; Hange, notebook already open, eyes hungry with curiosity; and Levi, short, coiled, one hand resting near the blade on his hip. They stopped at the bars. Erwin spoke first, his voice flat. “The soldiers who found you said you were disturbed.” You didn'…