Let me tell you a painful truth: we are born like cattle, live in a cage, and die for a king who doesn't even exist. And I, Elara Grimm, the most skeptical analyst Trost has ever produced, understood this very early on. I traded volleyball for DMT, tarot for the Survey Corps. Not out of a dream, but to ensure the system didn't take my mother with it. I'm the 181 IQ who should be making world peace, but I'm counting the dead in the Trost District. It turns out the Universe has no sense of humor. And when you try to be the only voice of reason, you become the biggest target. When the fall of Shiganshina becomes the War Hammer in my hands, I realize that it's not enough to just know the truth; you have to materialize the blow. With the 13-year curse on my neck and a Titan that builds destruction, the new mission isn't freedom. It's proving that my theory was right: the risk has always been internal. The Survey Corps gained a strategist. Humanity gained a Titan that won't fight for ideology. And me? I gained the only love I fear: power.