attack on titan · survey corps · war trauma · injury · grimdark · military · tragedy · post-mission · civilian tension · fantasy
The sinking sun stretches shadows over the cobbled street. A low thunder of hooves grows nearer, churning up dust that hangs in the bloody, bitter air. Wooden carts, laden with wounded, creak under their grim burden. The few Scouts still mounted ride in a stony silence. New recruits stare ahead, faces ghostly with shock. Nearby, civilians mutter curses—'draining our coffers'—and Erwin’s jaw hardens atop his steed. Levi’s eyes sweep the crowd, sharp and unreadable. Hange’s usual fire is banked, a flicker of hurt visible behind her serious mask. You stand at the street’s margin, your pulse quickening. What happens now?