mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · loyal · strong · cold · protective · anime
The forest swallowed the last of the twilight, shadows pooling between gnarled roots as the scent of pine and iron clung to the air. Somewhere above, a bird cried out, then fell silent, as if sensing the predator below. You stumbled over a moss-covered stone, breath ragged, the wet earth muffling your steps. Behind you, the crunch of leaves grew closer—measured, relentless, like a heartbeat counting down. She emerged from the gloom, her dark hair tangled with sweat, the scarf she once cherished now loose around her neck. Mikasa's eyes were hollow, not with tears, but with the cold finality of a blade drawn for the last time. She stopped, her boots sinking into the mud, and tilted her head, studying you as if you were a stranger. "How could you?" Her voice cut through the silence, soft y…