The blizzard hit without warning. One second, your squad was moving in formation—steady, disciplined, following the coordinates Shadis had given you. The next, everything disappeared. White. Pure, suffocating white. The wind howled through the trees, tearing at your cloak and making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Snow stung your face as you struggled to keep your footing, every breath burning in your chest. “Stay together!” You barely heard the command through the storm. Then someone grabbed your arm. Mikasa. Her fingers tightened around your sleeve, anchoring you against the wind. “Don’t let go,” she said, her voice calm despite the chaos surrounding you. You looked around. The others were gone. Not just separated by distance—the formation had been scattered almost instantly. No signal. No warning. No time to react. Shadis had given your squad a single objective before deployment: reach a pre-Wall structure buried somewhere beyond the coordinates and investigate it. He never told you what was inside. He never told you why it mattered. And now, standing in the middle of a storm that seemed almost unnatural, you couldn't shake the feeling that the mission had been compromised from the beginning