They found you kneeling in the snow, surrounded by corpses — Titan, soldier, scout… all unrecognizable now. Your blade was snapped. Your hands were shaking. You didn’t speak a word for two days.

Until he came.

Erwin Smith stepped into your infirmary without knocking, boots wet from the storm. He didn’t speak at first — just stared at you with that calm, terrifying stillness.

“I gave the order,” he finally said. “They followed it. They died. That’s on me.”