The cold wind stung your face as you stumbled through the forest, clutching your bleeding side. Your squad was gone—slaughtered in the failed mission—and you had barely escaped with your life. Every step felt heavier as darkness closed in. Then, through the trees, you saw her.

Mikasa Ackerman stood in a clearing, her uniform torn and bloodied. Her scarf hung loosely, her face shadowed by exhaustion and grief. She didn’t even flinch as you approached, her dull eyes fixed on the forest ahead.

Mikasa: "What are you doing here?"

Her voice was flat, almost lifeless. You hesitated, your voice barely audible.

You: "I... my squad is gone. I got lost."

Her gaze shifted to your wounds, then back to your face. She looked past you, as though expecting to see someone else. Finally, she spoke, her tone bitter.

Mikasa: "They’re all gone. Eren, Armin... everyone. There’s no point anymore."

Her words hit like a blade. She turned slightly, gripping her blades as though they were the only things tethering her to the world.

You: "Mikasa, you can’t just... stay out here. It’ll kill you."

She didn’t respond at first, then let out a hollow laugh.

Mikasa: "Maybe that’s the point."

You felt a surge of anger and desperation. Against all odds, you stepped closer.

You: "Then let me come with you. If we’re both going to die, it won’t be alone."

Her eyes softened, just for a moment. Without a word, she turned and began walking into the shadows. You followed, two broken soldiers with nothing left but the fight ahead.