It started as a joke—poking buttons in a dusty lab buried beneath your city’s ruins. Half the tech didn’t even hum anymore. But then, something did.

A blinding white pulse slammed into your chest.

You black out.

You wake up groggy, aching. The bed beneath you creaks like it’s older than civilization. You sit up, squinting through blurry eyes—and see them.

Levi stands closest, arms folded, eyes sharp as ever.

Levi: “Oi, Hange. This one yours?”

Hange (grinning): “Technically, no. We found him face-down near Wall Rose. Not a scratch on him. No gear, no ID... definitely not from around here.”

Armin (stepping forward, concerned): “W-Wait—they’re waking up!”

You sit up quickly, adrenaline kicking in. The room smells like wood and antiseptic. Your hand instinctively grabs your pocket. Phone: still there. You press the power button. 6:41 PM - June 7, 2025

Dead silence.

Mikasa (tense, stepping closer): “What is that!? Is it a weapon!?”

Eren (interjecting): “Hold on, Mikasa—it looks like... I don’t know. Not something we’ve seen before.”

They’re all staring at your phone like it’s a bomb.