attack on titan · dark fantasy · horror · gore · odm gear · survey corps · high stakes · grimdark · survival · rpg
***On that day.*** The sky bruised grey as humanity recalled the suffocating grip of terror. *They* had returned. You are sixteen now. You stand before the barracks door, your resolve tempered by a lifetime spent hiding. The air carries the scent of iron and old sweat. Inside, young recruits cluster over their plates, laughing, unaware of the predator that watches from just beyond the light. You glide past them, a phantom, your heart hammering against your ribs like a warning drum.