Chapter 1

A/N: Welp I finally decided on writing this. This has been stuck in my head for at least 6 months already. I'm surprised that I'm still sane. Anyway before we get on with the real chapter I will like you, Reader-san, to picture this OC that I've created, from the Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin universe.

I know I know I should probably write about that first but… I don't feel like it *pout* It's interesting and all but I have to match the story with the timeline of the original canon and such. It won't be fully canon based but I like to leave the rest for my other book. :3

Remember this OC is from a universe that is used to the term the "survival of the fittest". Without further ado let's get on with the true purpose of the chapter.

Summary: Gin Ackerman died in battle with a wish. A wish for a second chance in life so she could help the people that she cared for. A life where she can act on her own accord, without the need to summit under anyone. This is her chance. But will she use this chance to live like her previous life? For the good of humanity? Or will she use this chance to live for herself? To help whoever she wants to help without a care for the rest? Will there be chances to more or none?

The last thing she remembered… was immense pain. The rest are blurry. But before her consciousness completely dissipated, she heard screams of grief, pain, sorrow. She might be strong, but she had no choice but to accept the death that came knocking on her door.

Losing your lower limbs might not endanger your life, but losing all of them at the same time would cause an extreme amount of blood loss. Something that she can't avoid any longer. But she did not feel sadness, regret or happiness.

Her duty as Gin Ackerman, is now complete.

But… She does have a wish…

I've been in here for quite a while now. She wondered. She woke up not long ago in a dark void. It's hard to tell if she was awake or not, and so there was no indication of time whatsoever. However, she could subtly feel her muscles to wake up.

It feels as if she was sleeping for a night. She waited for her body to be in her full control which felt as if it was 6 months but it was actually just 10 minutes. She pried open her eyelids. Only to be blinded by the shining light.

Her brows furrowed slightly before blinking a couple more times to let her eyes get use to the light. She came to a brightly lit room. She was lying down- more like strapped by steel- on a foreign object that feels like she was sleeping on a thin piece of iron.

There were many 'tools' and such all around her. Her frown deepened as she realized that she was unable to identify these 'tools'. The 'tools' gave her a feeling that they belong to someone like Hanji. Now that's not good. Many of them were oddly shaped. Some were even attached to her.

There was no one around, but she could feel eyes on her. Deciding to not make any reckless moves, she decided to search for the source of the stare that was burning holes at her. As she was doing this, the scent of cologne fills her nose.

Ironically there was something that she knows in wherever she is right now. That one smell that she knew all too well. Levi always uses it for the toilets after all. Her frown loosen up slightly as she thought of him. I wonder if he found Isabel and Farlan yet…

A glint sparked up in her eye as she found the source of the glare. Found ya~ Footsteps snapped her out from her thoughts. Her facial expression was a lazy and laid-back one, but she was mentally on high-guard. How did she become so vulnerable? She quickly relaxed her stiff muscles.

The door on her right opened. She turned over to them, her messy hair draping across her shoulder. There were 5 men, all of them wearing lab coats, something that she would see when Hanji is experimenting. The sudden realization makes her have the large urge of facepalming.

What if I'm the experiment!? Her awareness increased, she unconsciously clenched her hands. With a slight crease of her brow, she waited for them to speak.