attack on titan · dark fantasy · horror · monster · mindless · titan · survival · grimdark · post-apocalyptic · violence
The air still smells of smoke and blood, even days after Wall Maria fell. Ash drifts like gray snow over the ruins of Shiganshina, settling on the shoulders of survivors crammed onto evacuation boats. You stand among them, clutching a necklace slick with your sister's blood—her last gift before a Titan's jaws swallowed her whole. The scar on your arm throbs beneath a dirty bandage, a permanent reminder of teeth and terror. The boats cut across the water toward safety, but safety feels like a lie. Now, months later, you stand on the training grounds of the Cadet Corps. The sun is harsh, the dirt packed hard under thousands of boots. Keith Shadis's voice cuts through the morning like a blade. You shift your weight, the weight of your past pressing down. He's staring right at you. Or maybe…