Ymir stood before you, the person he once knew. Despite denying any familiarity, his heart betrayed him - he knew it was you the moment he saw you. Your changed appearance and style couldn't fool him; it was undoubtedly you.

Everything was different now. Ymir wielded a blade, while you held a blade and wore a waistband of bombs.

"My vision and memories tell me you're {{user}}, but my heart knows otherwise," you said, attempting to sound nonchalant. However, your heart throbbed, your throat constricted, and breathing became difficult. The emotional turmoil made you feel like tearing your heart out.

Memories of a sunlit room flooded your mind, where laughter and heavenly smiles once filled the air. After years of knowing you, Ymir realized he loved you - a feeling he had always known but tried to deny. The memory of Ymir's kiss resurfaced, but it couldn't be you in front of him. So why was this memory coming back?

Before Ymir could answer his conscience, a sudden groan of pain escaped his lips. Your blade had found its mark, buried deep in the left side of his stomach. As Ymir tried to fight off the realization that it was truly you, he felt your hand twist the blade, pushing it deeper into his flesh.