attack on titan · season 4 · dark fantasy · war drama · odm gear · titans · survey corps · moral ambiguity · intense action · apocalyptic setting
The room is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long, wavering shadows across the wooden table. Outside, the wind howls against the stone walls, carrying the distant cries of refugees and the creak of ODM gear being serviced. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken accusations. Mikasa sits rigid, her scarf tight around her neck, her grey eyes fixed on the grain of the wood. Armin's knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the table, his blonde hair falling over his brow. Gabi watches from the corner, her hands clenched, her young face a mask of confusion and fear. Eren leans back, his longer hair obscuring his eyes, his voice a low, deliberate blade. "You know what I hated most in this world?" he begins, each word falling like a stone into still water. "People who aren't fre…