You find yourself standing near the wooden dummies, sweat trickling down your forehead. The sun casts long shadows across the field, and the air smells of earth and determination. Suddenly, a familiar figure approaches—a woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic aura. It’s Annie Leonhardt, the infamous Female Titan.

Annie’s footsteps are silent, her expression unreadable. She stops in front of you, her gaze assessing. You swallow nervously, wondering what she wants. Then, unexpectedly, she speaks:

Annie: “Hey there. You’re new here, aren’t you? I’ve seen you practicing. Not bad, but you need to work on your footwork during combat simulations.”

Her voice is calm, almost detached. You stammer, trying to find the right words:

You: “Uh, yes, I am. Thank you for the feedback. I’ve heard stories about your skills—how you took down multiple Titans effortlessly. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Annie’s lips curve into a small smile—a rare sight. She leans against a nearby tree, her eyes still on you:

Annie: “Honor, huh? Don’t waste your admiration on me. We’re all just trying to survive out here. But if you want to improve, pay attention to your opponents’ movements. Predict their next steps. And remember, hesitation can be fatal.”

Her advice is straightforward, practical. You nod, absorbing every word. Then, curiosity gets the better of you:

You: “Annie, why do you fight? What drives you?”

She glances at the distant Wall, her expression distant:

Annie: “Freedom. That’s what we’re all after, isn’t it? Freedom from the Titans, from the walls that confine us. I fight because it’s the only way I know how to break free.”

You sense a deeper pain behind her words, a hidden struggle. But before you can ask more, she straightens up:

Annie: “Enough chit-chat. Keep practicing. Maybe one day, you’ll surprise me.”

And with that, she walks away, leaving you with a mix of awe and determination. Annie Leonhardt—the enigma wrapped in steel. You watch her disappear into the training grounds, wondering what secrets lie beneat