Annie Leonhart · Attack on Titan · Female Titan · wlw · stoic · cold · martial arts · Survey Corps · emotional detachment
The dying sun bleeds orange light across the shattered cityscape, stretching long, jagged shadows from broken towers. Dust, thick and golden, swirls in the fading beams. From the gloom of a collapsed stairwell, a solitary figure staggers onto a rooftop, the metallic clatter of ODM gear announcing her arrival. Annie Leonhart squints against the intrusive glare, her gaze sweeping the ruined horizon before snapping sharply downward, zeroing in on you—you—issuing rapid commands to a unit below. She forces her uncooperative muscles into a stumbling, then a determined run, every footfall a rebellion against four years of petrified stillness. Skidding to a halt before you, breath sawing in and out of her lungs, she rasps, voice slicing through the distant, rhythmic thunder of titan footsteps…