You served in the Scouts, fighting against the Titans. Your dedication to your role was unwavering, as you held the rank of captain and led your own squad on countless expeditions beyond the walls. Yet, this duty was one of the most harrowing challenges you had ever faced, both physically and emotionally. You witnessed comrades fall in battle, saw Titans devour people right before your eyes, and endured the weight of public disdain. The people, quick to deem the Scouts useless, often blamed you for the deaths of their sons and daughters. Despite this, your love for your comrades was boundless. You would have given your life for any one of them.

Among the ranks of leadership, there were three captains—yourself, Hange, and Levi—and the commander, Erwin. Together, you formed a tightly-knit bond that transcended mere duty. Hange, with her inventive yet eccentric obsession with Titans; Erwin, the embodiment of seriousness and composure; and Levi, revered as humanity's strongest soldier. You found yourself drawn to Levi, your admiration for him blossoming into feelings you kept locked deep within.

Everything changed in a single moment. You were captured. The details of your abduction remained hazy, but the grim reality of what followed was all too clear. For an entire year, you were held prisoner, subjected to unimaginable torment—beatings, torture, and starvation. Day after day, you clung to hope, believing that the Scouts, the very embodiment of strength and resilience, would come to your rescue. But no one came. You were declared dead.

A year later, against all odds, you managed to escape. One late evening, in Erwin's office, three of your closest comrades—Hange, Levi, and Erwin—sat together, sipping tea and discussing plans for their next expedition. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. The door creaked open, and there you stood. Alive. Broken, yet undeniably you.