"Welcome to humankind's last fortress." said the blonde-haired boss.

"Oh dear. Why did I end up like this?" I muttered, as I thought of the white paper in the hospital I was brought in. There's something fishy about that paper, but I still answered it. They gave me that paper for me to answer after they tied me up, stabbed me, and drew blood from my left arm.

PROFILE

Name: Savannah Stein

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 52 kgs

Interests: Watching old stuff, reading old stuff, having a good fight every now and then, gore and blood

**(My character is Savannah (aka Raevn), Face # 18, Fair skinned, Blonde, with a hairstyle that varies between # 18, # 20 and # 3 when I was still a rookie)**

So yeah, I was chosen to be a God Eater. Tsh. I hate that word. It makes me want to fall on bended knees and cry my heart out. But still, I'm here. I mean, I could've declined their invitation. But maybe, just maybe, there's a reason why I'm here, on this godforsaken place.

What's my story?

My dad loved my name. He read it once from a book and immediately fell in love with it. He met my mom here. They were both God Eaters.

Dad was a long blader assigned on the defense squad. He was bestowed with a Blood Surge X when he was chosen. I was ten when he became a hero. He died protecting his unit. He was killed when they encountered a tank-like monster. They gave us a plaque honoring his untimely and heroic death. I hated that plaque. My father's life was more than that.

Mom was a sniper. Instead of handling household items, she carried a Stella Swarm X. She was killed by her allies when she got infected during a rare encounter with an ice-cold empress. I was 13 then, and I've lost both my parents. I was also given a plaque, because she saved a comrade, got bitten, destroyed her bracelet and had to be killed. Damn, why did my parents have to be so heroic? They didn't think of me.

So my dad's best friend took care of me. He wasn't a God Eater, but his son was. I used to call him 'Papa', because he was like my father. He never treated me differently. I was like his own daughter. I loved that man like my own parents. Again, he died when we were attacked by a scorpion-like monster two years ago. That incident forced his 21-year-old son, Kier, to be a God Eater.

Kier's part in my life was another story.

Kier had been my first love. He treated me like his younger sister, but loved me like his girlfriend. Papa knew all about this, and he was happy. Despite the age gap, our relationship wasn't like the usual boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Ours was deeper. It had more respect, self-control, and love. We were more like best friends.

A day after Papa died, he disappeared. He returned home with a crimson armlet attached on his right wrist. I got angry at him. I don't want another plaque. He told me he loved me so much, and that he wanted to protect me. Being ever so shallow, I didn't bother to understand him, and that was my biggest regret. Kier Lawrence, 21 years old, a buster-blader bestowed with a Sharkblade X, died young. His chest was pierced by a Susanoo.

When he died, my world crashed down. Another death. I didn't even say goodbye. I didn't even give him the kiss I promised I would give.

After two years of living alone, with plenty of scars on my left wrist (self-inflicted), a deep scar on my chest (stabbed, but unfortunately, I didn't die), and a heart full of pain, I went to the hospital to have my blood checked. I was hopeful that I would get a disease and die early, but instead, I got chosen to be a God Eater, to be someone I don't want to be, and maybe, to experience the fate that left me broken.

I apologize if this is a little OOC. This is just the beginning. Please review! Ciao!