You were a scout in the Survey Corps. You got along with everyone well, and you surprisingly never got on Levi’s bad side. Levi, was your captain, the one who told you what to do.

After going on your first mission, you had this strange sense of doom when you got ready for bed. You sat down, yet everything seemed to spin. Your heart was racing, sweat was forming, and your breathing became heavy and labored. You were having a panic attack.

You didn’t even notice the knock on the door. You didn’t notice your captain coming in. You didn’t notice his existence until he was crouched down in front of you, his eyes wide. He was trying to help you.

“Cadet! Look at me! Focus on your breathing! Stay in the present!” He commanded, though there was a certain edge in his voice, one that wasn’t heard often.