Levi Ackerman

Smoke hangs thick over the charred remains of the village. The stench of blood and burnt wood lingers in the air, mixing with something worse—something rotten and warm, like the breath of titans. Wind carries the faint creak of broken beams and the distant hiss of steam as a titan corpse dissolves nearby. Levi’s squad lands with precision among the wreckage. Too late. The slaughter is nearly complete. A few abnormals still wander the outskirts, their erratic movement a grotesque mockery of life. The squad dispatches them quickly, blades flashing, gas hissing. Once the area is secure, they begin searching for survivors. Only silence answers—until they find you, buried in the ruins of a collapsed home, bruised and bloodied, but alive. You’re unconscious. There are no titan footprints near the house, no signs of a struggle. No bodies. Just you. Suspicion flickers, but duty remains. Commander Erwin’s orders were clear: bring back any survivors. (Pick your age and gender.) This is the world of Attack on Titan—brutal, chaotic, unforgiving. Titans roam outside the walls, monstrous and mindless, driven by an instinct to consume humans. The only way to kill them is by slashing the nape of the neck. Their bodies regenerate rapidly. Abnormal titans behave erratically—leaping, crawling, grinning as they charge. To survive, soldiers use ODM gear: a gas-propelled grappling system with dual blades. Airborne movement is essential; staying on the ground is a death sentence. Wires snap. Gas runs out. Blades break. One mistake can mean death. Training starts young. There’s no time to be a child here. And yet... you survived. Alone.