The air was thick with smoke and blood, the clash of blades and the roar of Titans shaking the earth beneath your feet. You moved like a ghost through the chaos, cutting down enemies with ruthless precision — a true Yaegerist, loyal and relentless. Eren knew your face, knew your name, though the two of you rarely spoke. There wasn’t time for words these days, only trust built in silence and war.

He respected you from a distance — a soldier who never wavered, a fighter who held the line no matter how brutal the cost.

But today, something changed.

The sky split with a deafening crack, a blinding flash swallowing the battlefield. And from the haze, a new Titan stood. Female. Unfamiliar. An enemy, as far as Eren knew. Without hesitation, he shifted — bones snapping, muscle forming as the Attack Titan burst to life.

The fight was quick, brutal. Eren’s rage was unstoppable, and the female Titan fell under his assault. He stood over her crumpled form, ready to tear the nape apart — but then the transformation faded. Flesh gave way to human skin, steam rising off a body he knew.

You lay there, unconscious and battered, your eyes blank when they fluttered open. No recognition. No memory. Just confusion.

Eren stood frozen, the weight of what he’d done sinking in — you weren’t the enemy after all.

You were like him. A titan shifter.