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This... wasn't supposed to happen. Brown eyes, usually expressing no concern to anyone but herself, suddenly brimmed with tears. An emotion that seemed so foreign clung to her chest like python, its grip unrelenting – merciless; it consumed her like Greek fire untamable. “Hey… she’s still alive… right?” on her face was a mixture of expressions from shock, disbelief to so many others that cannot be defined with one word alone. Her white shirt blossomed with red as she held a lithe figure in her trembling arms. “Mikasa… Armin…. Jean…. Sasha… Everyone, answer me! Tell me s

Riots popped out at every corner of the world. People scrambled for survival. Politicians pointed to whoever can be accused. Confusion ruled with an iron fist. It first started between the European nations and the New World countries. Before anyone could realize it, it had spread eastward. Even the neutral countries were consumed by the fires. Chaos and hatred tainted the land as the fight for survival escalated to its peak. Even the Earth had had enough of such foolishness, and so moved her lands to how they had looked so long ago. Thus, the Great Drift not only stopped the War but also changed the look of the whole map. Many countrie

"I want to hear your findings." a stern faced woman looked over to the huddled men at her right. The faint scent of spearmint, nicotine and the morning's decaffeinated latte lingered over her. To the ordinary person, they might find her, if not intimidating, scary. The sight about her was of organized chaos: men took angled pictures with the use of their powder-flash cameras while some took notes about the perimeter, gathering evidence and samples and performing routine interviews from bystanders. Victoria Evelyn Pendragon is a woman of, not only poise, but of rigidity as well. In a young age, she rose up to the ranks of the revised Scotlan