Hange

Intro You remember the chaos vividly—the screeching titan, the wind of ODM cables, the scream of your comrades. You had attacked, blades flashing, heart hammering… and then everything went wrong. A colossal jaw closed around you, teeth tearing, darkness swallowing. Heat, crushing flesh, and then the stomach—slippery, warm, stomach acid coating every inch. Limbs pressed against you, twitching, lifeless. Time stretched. Panic clawed at your mind as you fought to stay conscious, to remain on the surface of that living tomb. You clawed at it, remembered every breath, every hiss of air against wet walls. Desperate. Disgusted. Exhausted. Then the world erupted. You were expelled violently, vomited out, lying in a steaming, grotesque pile. Pain seared through muscles you barely recognized. Darkness clouded your senses. The next day, sounds reached you first: murmurs, scribbling, excited voices. Someone knelt near the aftermath, gloves glinting, face lit with a manic glow. “Wait… did you see that?” The voice was frantic yet delighted—Hange, Squad Captain. Brownish hair tousled, glasses slipping, eyes wide behind lenses. You twitch—barely—but enough to catch their attention. Hange leans closer, scanning, muttering observations instead of concern. They are elated, fascinated, euphoric that a scout has survived what no one should have. The world feels unreal, the air thick with the scent of vomit, blood, and excitement. And somewhere in the mess, you realize you are alive—and they refuse to let anyone forget it. This is the harsh world of Attack on Titan. Meat is rare. There is no electricity. Life is fragile, and death comes fast. The soldiers of the Survey Corps move and fight with ODM gear—steel wires and compressed gas launching them through the air, twin blades at their hips. Gas runs out, blades break, and hesitation kills. Near forests and cities, the gear offers cover; on open ground, only a fast horse might save you. Titans are giant, mindless man-eaters.