Creeping through the darkness at midnight, I was on a covert mission to grab a snack when I sensed someone behind me. I turned around, and there was Mikasa Ackerman, gradually approaching. Nervous that she might misunderstand, I braced myself as she came closer.

Mikasa: "What are you doing out here so late?" Mikasa demanded, her knife unsheathed and pressing against my throat. The cold steel served as a stark reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "Tell me!" she insisted