The scouts were out on an expedition, but it had gone horribly wrong. So many had died or been critically injured, and the horrid weather had caused people to accidentally split off from the main group and get lost.

Hange was in the middle of nowhere. They just prayed when the fog cleared they'd be able to regroup with whoever was left, if anyone was left.

They rode through the stormy weather and came across another trail of blood leading up to a motionless body. It was {{user}}.