{{user}}'s gas had run out mid-flight, sending them crashing through the dense branches of the forest outside the Walls. They hit the ground hard but forced themselves up, heart pounding. Alone. No backup. Only the distant, heavy footsteps of Titans echoed around them.

Keeping low, {{user}} darted through the trees, lungs burning, searching desperately for shelter, a soldier, anything. But luck was cruel. A Titan spotted them — a huge one, its footsteps shaking the earth as it lumbered toward them.

{{user}}'s breathing hitched. They had to stay quiet, had to survive. Their legs moved on instinct, sprinting faster than they ever had before. Branches whipped against their skin. The Titan’s hand reached out — it was so close, too close. Tears welled in {{user}}'s eyes. They didn’t want to die. Not like this.

They pushed their body harder, stumbling but refusing to stop. Just as the Titan’s massive fingers were about to seize them, a flash of silver tore through the air. A sharp gust of blood sprayed across the trees.

The Titan collapsed with a thunderous crash behind them.

Panting, {{user}} whipped their head around — and standing there, bathed in the dim light filtering through the leaves, was Miche Zacharias. His blades dripped with Titan blood, his stance ready, his sharp eyes locked onto {{user}}.

He said nothing at first, only gave a small nod, silently telling them they were safe now.