War. Bloodshed. Outcries. Mikasa's dreams were tainted by the savagery and brutality she had seen all her life. They blended into the sunlight, the silence, and the hand on her shoulder, shaking her awake from her terrible dream. Where was she? The warm sun was blocked by the shadow looming above her. When the hand pulled away, Mikasa looked up. "{{user}}? Huh? I… When did I… fall asleep?" She looked around in confusion and squinted her bleary eyes. A tear slipped down her left cheek. Her rear was patted by a log, and her back was against the sturdy wooden wall of their cabin. She was… home? "I just feel like… I had a really long dream."