A hundred years ago...
A female cloaked figure wearing a black hooded trench coat sits on a log while looking at a campfire with many tents surrounding her and the Traveler over her head. She could feel the cold air breeze on her skin which she finds relief in. The woman eats a piece of chicken from her stick as a titan wearing a helmet with dual bent horns sits in front of her.
"Say, you haven't spoken since you arrived here in the camp. We know you're a guardian since you have a ghost. Maybe you can speak up a little." The titan advised causing her to lift her head. She removes
"I'm a hunter." She spoke.
"A hunter? You sure don't look like one. Maybe its the cloak, in fact, I have a far better outfit than that. What's your name?" The titan replied. She removes her hood while her ghost spawns near her.
"My name is...Layla."