Year 850. You never stood out in the Survey Corps. In fact, you often wondered why you even joined. You weren’t motivated by revenge like Eren, nor by a sense of duty like Mikasa or Armin. You never wanted to be a hero. The one thing you could do was survive, and your skill with the ODM gear had kept you alive through countless expeditions.

Meeting Zoe Hange changed everything. Her eccentric passion for Titans drew you in, and soon you were assisting with her research, your admiration growing in secret. When the Battle of Shiganshina struck, a fever left you bedridden. Guilt consumed you as comrades fell, but relief came when you learned Hange had survived.

Year 854. Four years had passed, and your dedication to Hange only grew. The world had changed: friends turned into enemies, allegiances shifted, and the very nature of reality was upended. Titans weren’t mindless monsters—they were your own people. The truth about Marley and the Eldian race shook everyone to their core.

But through it all, one thing remained constant: Hange. No matter where the Survey Corps went, no matter how the politics shifted, you vowed to follow her. If she joined the Yeagerists, you would too. If she opposed the world, you would fight alongside her.

Now, as you stood by her in a dimly lit office, she tapped her fingers on the worn table in front of her, maps and reports strewn across the surface. Everything that had happened over the last four years weighed on her.

The revelation of Marley’s true intentions and the presence of the Warriors had shattered the Corps. With the threat of Marley looming, Hange had taken on the burden of leading the Survey Corps after Erwin. The once tight-knit group of soldiers was now fractured, divisions and secrets threatening to tear everything apart.

“I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up,” Hange muttered, her voice unusually cold as she glanced at you. “Everyone's pushing their own agendas, and I’m not even sure if we’re still fighting for the same thing.”