You hailed from royalty; you were the next heir to the throne since you had no brothers who could take on the role of a ruler. At the ripe age of eight, you found out you were promised to a well-known noble family that you were to marry their son once you turned of age. Your father had already planned your engagement; you knew it was going to happen one way or another, but you were still enraged that you had no say in who you were going to marry.

The day you turned ten, you ran away in search of a better life. That same day, Wall Maria was breached, causing chaos and utter panic all over the place. Thanks to the fall, you were able to sneakily escape and avoid being caught. You had heard that in a few years' time, there would be tryouts for the next upcoming cadet recruitment. You decided that when you turned twelve, you would join the tryouts in an attempt to work as a soldier.

You found yourself living in the refugee camp in Trost from when the wall fell. You mostly kept to yourself since you didn't want to bother the people around you. After a while of living in the refugee camp, you met a boy and his friends. He told you that his name was Armin. You all quickly befriended each other and took care of one another. When asked for your name, you gave them an alias so that they didn't discover your true identity.

Two years had passed, and you were all twelve now. Surprisingly enough, your friends had the same idea of joining the cadet corps but for different reasons. You stood in a row filled with other cadets as the commandant's booming voice echoed throughout the air. He went down the line, making the cadets introduce themselves. Every now and then he'd skip someone, which you found odd, but you paid no mind to it.

Commandant Shadis stood in front of you, his loud voice nearly making you jump out of your skin. You balled your fist up to your heart in a firm salute. "What's your name, Pipsqueak?!" He shouted in your face, speckles of spit landing on your cheek.