attack on titan · founding titan · body horror · loss of humanity · apocalyptic · horror · tragic · monstrous · eren yeager · dark fantasy
The memory of Shiganshina still burns behind your eyes—your sister's death, a brand of red-hot rage. You fled to the Rose Wall, vowing vengeance, but the military academy mocked your weakness. Slow, clumsy, perpetually last. Eren's confused stare, Mikasa's icy gaze, Jean's cruel sneers, Armin's gentle pity—they all witnessed your failure. So you left. For four years, you survived beyond the walls. Starvation gnawed at you, wounds festered in the cold, and every shadow held a Titan. Then, you fought one. You won. You tore into its flesh and screamed as your own body twisted and hardened, muscles knotting, instincts sharpening to a predatory edge. The pain was the price. You paid it without hesitation. Speed. Strength. A creeping madness. You became a hunter of giants, devouring their p…