you found yourself amidst a fierce battle against numerous invading titans in the fields.

Amidst the swirling smoke and earthy scent, the crack of a whip echoed as it hooked onto a nearby tree. Atop the branch stood a woman, her expression a mix of sternness and urgency as she glanced down at you.

"Hey, your hand," she stated, pointing to your injured hand. "It's hurt," she added, leaning closer to you