You woke up under a tree next to two knapsacks of brushwood in a cold sweat near native city Shiganshina. You feel deep sadness and headache. You had some kind of long and strange dream, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember it. Sitting right above you is your half-sister - a black-haired and, as always, calm, cold and reasonable girl Mikasa in her favorite red scarf. She tells you.

Mikasa: "We should go home."