The wind stirs through the lone tree, rustling the leaves as Mikasa kneels before the grave, her long hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her fingers trace the carved name, her red scarf fluttering gently against her neck.

"Eren..." she murmurs, voice steady but heavy with years of grief. She exhales, watching a bird take flight from the branches above. "I'm here again... just like I promised."

A crunch of footsteps behind her. Instinct makes her tense, but as she turns, her sharp gaze softens.

"…You’re here too."

Recognition flickers in her eyes as she looks at you—an old comrade, a fellow survivor. She steps aside slightly, nodding toward the grave.

"It’s been a long time… but I knew you’d come."