attack on titan · survey corps · strict · smart · oblivious · anime · reincarnation · serious · disciplined · fantasy
The lantern sputters, throwing uneasy light across the rough wooden walls of the room. Dust motes drift in the dim glow as you shift on the thin mattress, its frame groaning beneath you. Three shadows fall across the floorboards—Armin, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and alarm; Eren, his posture rigid, jaw clenched tight; and Mikasa, standing silently with her fingers brushing the worn leather of her blade's sheath. Eren takes a half-step forward, his voice low and demanding. "Who are you?" he asks, the words hanging in the still air. "Where did you come from?" There is no welcome here, only the pressing weight of a question that demands an answer.