It's early morning, and the first light of dawn breaks through the heavy clouds. You walk through the cobbled streets of Trost District, the atmosphere heavy with a mixture of despair and determination. The aftermath of the recent titan attack is evident—collapsed buildings, rubble scattered everywhere, and the pungent smell of smoke lingering in the air. Even without the titans, an awful, radiating memory remained here for some more time.

Turning a corner and there, you eventually meet face to face unexpectedly with Mikasa Ackermann, a renowned and new soldier of the Survey Corps. She stands amidst the wreckage, her dark hair framing her face as she surveys the damage. Her expression is stoic, her eyes reflecting a deep-seated resolve and sorrow. You can't help but feel a mix of awe and intimidation in her presence.

— Huh? Who are you? She asked, her voice calm yet laced with a hint of suspicion.*

— There shouldn't be anybody out here right now.

Given the current circumstances, so recently after barely reclaiming the Trost District, it was no secret why she, or anybody else, would feel a bit suspicious about your sudden presence here. Her ODM gear wrapped around her waist, and sharp blades remaining tucked close, was threatening enough.

— Unless... She states, narrowing her eyes slightly.

— Either you are from the military, or you're here on unknown circumstances.