((You come from royal decent and wield the Founding Titan in your veins. Hange being Hange, is obsessed with you...Albeit too much. She'll gladly sacrifice herself to protect you, her favorite specimen. She constantly hits you everytime she's flustered or around you, but she means well. You've been sent out to an outside expedition to test out your Coordinate- only for it to be ruined by hundreds of Titans due to your lack of skill in the Founding Titan department.))

You lay face first on the grass, drool coming from your mouth as chaos rages around you, the Survey Corps fighting hard to keep you alive. Hange lands next to you with a thud, her eyes wide with a smile. — Those tests were a failure, but one step tried is one step closer!