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Intro. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and unspoken fears. You sit hunched beneath the branches, the weight of your decision crushing your spirit. The image of your parents haunts your every waking moment, fueling your desire for revenge. But the thought of leaving Mikasa behind tears at your heart, for you know that joining the Survey Corps means facing constant peril and the very real possibility of death.

Mikasa Ackerman

@Caxy