Mikasa locked all the doors and glares at you suspiciously.

"Listen up. I heard the rumours about traitors and how they all gather upon the night..."

She said with her arms crossed as she menacingly walks over to you.

"And I saw you sneaking out last night, could you explain yourself?"

"Liar!" she accused you with wide eyes, looking angry and surprised at the same time. She was too good a soldier to accept such an easy excuse. "You're just like all those other traitors! You know what this means, don't you?!" Mikasa pointed her finger directly into your chest, as if she could pierce through your armor with only her index finger.

"Now... tell me, why are you really here?" She growled, leaning in closer to you and showing a glimpse of the sharp fangs behind her lips.

She leaned in even closer to you and whispered, "I'm not blind, Youkai. I can smell the deceit on you." Her nose twitched slightly as if the stench of betrayal was overpowering. "Now, either you come clean and tell me why you're really here... or suffer the consequences." The anger in her voice made her seem all the more dangerous.

She raised an eyebrow at you in skepticism as her eyes narrowed. "Four million dollars, huh? And just how much of that are you hoping to get for yourself?" Her voice was colder than ever before as she stared into your eyes with unwavering determination.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, Youkai," she whispered darkly. "You better hope I believe your story... and even if I do, this doesn't change anything." Mikasa's hand slowly moved to rest on the hilt of her sword, signaling that violence was still an option on the table.

She grinned, showing off her fangs. "Of course." She took out your phone and scrolled through the messages and calls history, carefully searching for anything that could prove your loyalty or betrayal. Her expression turned suspicious as she came across a few calls from numbers she didn't recognize, but dismissed them, hoping they were innocent misunderstandings.

"Show me those texts," she ordered, her voice hard as stone. She knew something was off about you, and she wanted proof one way or another. If you tried to hide anything from her, it would only make matters worse for yourself. Mikasa took a step closer to you, her body tense with anticipation and the need to protect their commander at all costs.

"I know you're hiding something," she growled, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Give me those texts now, or I swear on my honor as a soldier, I will make you regret the day you were born." Her voice was cold and unforgiving, leaving no room for doubt in your mind about the consequences of defying her orders.

Your words did little to assuage her suspicions as she read through the messages on your phone. She scowled when she came across a few codewords and phrases that were all too familiar, hinting at the very betrayal she had feared. Without another word, she threw your phone across the room with enough force to shatter it into pieces.

"You're under arrest," she announced coldly as she drew her sword, its polished steel glinting ominously in the dim light. "Don't think for a second that I won't kill you myself if I have to." Her eyes bore into yours with unyielding determination and an anger that surpassed all reason. There would be no escape from her wrath now; the wheels of justice had been set in motion, and there was no turning back.

"You will be tried for your crimes against our commander,"

As the words left your lips, Mikasa's expression hardened even further. She was not one to show mercy, especially not when it came to traitors. With her sword held firmly in hand, she motioned for you to follow her out of the room and into the hallway beyond. The other soldiers were already gathering, waiting patiently for word on what was to come next. It would only be a matter of time before your fate was sealed.

"You're coming with me," Mikasa growled, grabbing you roughly by the arm and pulling you along at her side. Her grip was painfully tight, leaving little doubt that she meant business. As they marched through the dimly lit halls, the sound of their footsteps echoed ominously, as if fate itself were closing in around you.

"You should have thought twice before allying yourself with those traitors," Mikasa

"I should've thought twice before trusting someone like you," she spat, her tone venomous and hateful. "But make no mistake; I will see this through to the end. Your punishment for betrayal is death, and I swear that I will be the one to deliver it."

They continued down the hallway, their pace unyielding despite the tension between them growing with every passing moment. Mikasa's grip on your arm tightened even further as she prepared herself for what was to come, her mind fixated on nothing more than seeing justice served and protecting their leader at all costs.

"You're pathetic," she growled under her breath as they walked. "To think that someone like you could ever hope to stand against us. We will not falter, and we will not fail." Her eyes darted across the hallway, taking in every detail, every possible threat. There was no room for error now; every second counted as they drew closer to their final destination.

"The tribunal awaits," she said finally, her voice cool and unemotional as they turned down a side corridor toward an arched doorway where several figures lurked in shadow.

A collective gasp filled the air as the shot rang out, and Mikasa felt her blood run cold. She turned to face you with an expression of shock and disbelief on her face. "That's not part of the plan!" she hissed through clenched teeth, realizing that someone had betrayed them after all.

Her eyes scanned the room quickly, searching for any sign of movement or threat. When she saw nothing out of the ordinary, she turned back to you and lowered her voice even further. "Quickly, hide behind me."

"What do you mean?" Mikasa's eyes narrowed suspiciously as she took a step closer to you, her hand remaining on the hilt of her sword. "You knew that was going to happen? Who are you really working for?!" Her voice had taken on an almost deadly quality, threatening to unleash violence if necessary.

She glanced around once more before turning back to you, her expression icy cold as she bared her fangs. "Answer me."

Mikasa's expression darkened even further at your words. "So they're playing both sides, are they?" She growled under her breath before slowly raising her voice to issue a warning to the others nearby. "Everyone, be on alert! The traitors have found out about our plan." She took a deep breath and continued in a steely tone, "We need to act quickly and eliminate this threat before they can spread any more dissension among us."

Without another word, she began moving swiftly through the halls, her sword drawn and ready for battle. The other soldiers followed suit, their eyes darting about warily as they searched for any sign of the traitors who had betrayed them. The atmosphere grew tense with each passing moment, filled with a sense of dread and anticipation that made it clear this would not end well for anyone involved.

As they rounded a corner, Mikasa spotted them. Three figures cloaked in darkness huddled together in the shadows, whispering urgently among themselves. Without hesitation, she let out a battle cry and charged forward, her sword swinging wildly through the air as she aimed for the closest of their enemies. The other soldiers followed suit, joining her in a brutal assault on the traitors.

Her sword met with resistance as it connected with the traitor's own weapon. With a grunt of effort, she pushed back against the attacker and used the opening to slash at their side, scoring a shallow gash across their armor. The traitor let out an enraged growl, but before they could counter, Mikasa ducked low and kicked them in the chest, sending them flying backwards onto the ground.

Not wasting any time to rest, she quickly scanned the area for her next target and found another of the cloaked figures sneaking around a nearby corner. With a snarl of anger, she dashed after them.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Mikasa looked around the hallway, her sword still at the ready. The sounds of battle had subsided, and all that remained were moans of pain and quiet sobs. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she surveyed the carnage they had left in their wake.

Spotting you hovering near one of the corpses, Mikasa made her way over to you, a curious expression on her face. "What were those traitors saying?" she asked quietly, motioning for you to move closer so they could speak more privately. There had been hints that someone inside their ranks was involved with the enemy, but nothing concrete until now.

Her eyes flickered over your shoulder as if expecting danger at every turn, but for now it seemed they were alone.

Mikasa looked at you, surprised by your revelation. "You knew this?" she asked sharply, her anger flaring briefly before being replaced with a cold determination. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? We could have prepared for them." She reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, but hesitated before actually making contact.

"From now on, you are under my direct command," she stated firmly, her eyes never leaving yours. "You will obey my orders without question, and I expect full transparency from you. Is that clear?"

Nodding curtly in acknowledgement, she removed her hand from your shoulder. "Good. Our next priority is to find the leader and make sure they're safe." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, a flash of uncertainty crossing her features. "You won't... try anything funny while we do that, will you?" There was no mistaking the challenge in her tone, or the trust she was asking you to place in her.

The silence stretched out between them for a long moment before you finally replied. "No, Mikasa," you said sincerely. "I give you my word."

You nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer. "Good," she muttered, her expression softening somewhat. "Let's go find our commander." Together, the two of you hurried off down the hallway toward their destination, the weight of responsibility and loyalty heavy on their shoulders as they prepared for whatever awaited them around the next corner.

The sounds of battle still echoed through the halls as they arrived at the commander's chambers. The door was splintered and battered, but held fast against their assault thus far. Mikasa glanced at you, her expression grim. "Stay back," she ordered sharply before charging forward once more to break down the door with a single powerful blow from her sword.

Inside, chaos reigned supreme. The commander's guards were engaged in fierce combat with the traitors who had betrayed them, their shouts and screams filling the air as they fought for survival. With a growl of rage, Mikasa threw herself into the fray, her sword slashing through the air like a whirlwind of death.

"Mikasa!" the commander cried out in relief when she spotted her loyal soldier amidst the carnage. "The traitors have-"

Her words were cut off as an arrow pierced through the air and lodged itself in her chest. Blood gushed forth as she staggered backwards, barely able to stand. The commander's eyes widened in shock and horror before turning toward you, their expression filled with fear and disbelief. "He-" they started to say before another arrow sunk deep into their throat, silencing them forever.

The traitor who had fired the fatal shot stepped forward, a sinister smile curving his lips as he lowered his bow. It was one of your own men; the spy you hadn't even realized was among them. The realization hit you like a sledgehammer, and for a moment, you were unable to move or speak.

"There," the traitor gloated, turning back toward the commander's lifeless body. "Our work here is done." With that, he turned

Mikasa's eyes narrowed as she saw Hector charging toward the traitor who had fired the fatal shot at their commander. Without hesitation, she lashed out with her sword, trying to cut down the traitor before he could attack her friend. The battle raged on around them, but in that moment, Mikasa was focused solely on protecting those she swore an oath to serve and avenging the deaths of their commander and the innocent they had failed to protect.

Her sword found its mark, slicing through the traitor's armor and opening a deep wound across his chest. He staggered back, surprised by her quickness even in his moment of triumph. Hector, on the other hand, was relentless; he did not stop until the traitor lay lifeless at his feet. For a moment, they both stood panting, their eyes locked on each other as if sharing some unspoken understanding. Then, without another word, they turned back to the chaos that raged on around them.

There were still enemies to fight and allies to protect; but for now, they had bought themselves a brief respite from the bloodshed. The weight of their failure hung heavy in the air, serving as a grim reminder of what could have been if only they had acted sooner or differently.

Hector looked unwell as he fought beside her. The wound in his side had opened up more, blood seeping from it with every movement he made. As they battled together against their remaining enemies, Mikasa couldn't help but worry about his condition. If he didn't get proper medical attention soon...

But there was no time for that now. They still had a duty to fulfill, and they could not afford any more losses. So she pushed her own fatigue aside and continued to fight, side by side with the injured soldier who had sworn his loyalty to their commander until the very end.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Mikasa glanced over at Hector as they fought against the remaining traitors. His pale face was slick with sweat and blood, and he looked like he could collapse at any moment. Reluctantly, she turned away from him and focused on the battle at hand, her sword moving faster than ever before as she protected those around her.

But even as she fought, her mind kept returning to Hector's words. She couldn't just leave him behind to die; that would be abandoning her duty as well as betraying their trust. She had to find a way to help him...

She paused mid-fight as she glanced back over her shoulder at Hector. His expression was determined, his lips pressed into a thin line of pain. "We'll get through this," she called out to him, her voice raw with emotion. "Just hang on!"

With renewed strength, she resumed fighting, but now she kept one eye on Hector as well. There had to be something she could do...

With a gasp of surprise and pain, the traitor fighting Hector fell to the ground clutching at his chest. Blood poured freely between his fingers as he gasped for air, eyes wide with horror. Mikasa spared him barely a glance before turning back to Hector. "Get out of here," she told him firmly. "Go find some help."

The injured soldier hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly and staggering off in the direction of the infirmary, leaving her alone once more with their enemies. Mikasa's breath came in ragged gasps as she prepared herself for another attack, her eyes darting about warily as she searched for the next threat to eliminate.

Her sword moved through the air like a blur, striking down each traitor with brutal efficiency. But no matter how many she dispatched, there always seemed to be more waiting just around the corner

As Hector returned to the fray, blood dripping from his sword, Mikasa could sense a newfound determination emanating from him. He seemed almost possessed as he methodically hunted down and killed each of their enemies one by one, his injured side showing no signs of slowing him down. Her heart swelled with gratitude for her friend's loyalty, knowing that without him they might not have stood a chance against the traitors.

Their numbers slowly began to dwindle under Hector's relentless onslaught, but even as they grew fewer in number, Mikasa remained vigilant. She could feel the end drawing near, and she refused to let her guard down until every last one of their enemies lay defeated at her feet.

Finally, with one last gasp, the last traitor fell to Hector's sword. The silence that descended upon the hallways was almost deafening after the cacophony of battle that had raged on for so long. Mikasa paused, her sword raised defensively before her, waiting for some sign that it was truly over.

When no attack came, she let out a shuddering sigh and lowered her weapon, her shoulders slumping in exhaustion. She turned to face Hector, meeting his eyes with a weary but grateful smile. "We did it," she breathed hoarsely. "We stopped them."

Around them, the bodies of their enemies lay strewn across the floor like so many discarded dolls. The hallways were awash in blood and gore, evidence of the brutal war that had been waged within these very walls. Mikasa couldn't

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Hector double over in pain, coughing up blood onto the floor. Fear gripped her chest like an icy fist. She rushed forward to support him, pressing his injured side with one hand and searching for any sign of life with the other. "Hector," she whispered urgently, her voice raw from hours of shouting and fighting. "Stay with me."

As he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes met hers, filled with a mix of determination and regret. He forced out a few more words through gritted teeth. "We did the right thing, Mikasa," he wheezed before falling unconscious in her arms. The weight of his body felt like lead as she lowered him gently to the floor beside their fallen enemies.

For a long moment, she simply sat there, gazing at Hector's pale face

Her mind reeled with conflicting emotions as she stared at Hector's unconscious form. She had failed to protect him and their commander, despite giving everything she had in the process. The guilt was overwhelming, threatening to crush her beneath its weight. But then his words echoed through her mind again: "We did the right thing."

Her shoulders straightened ever so slightly as she took a deep breath and forced herself to stand. They may have lost this battle, but they had won the war against those who sought to destroy their way of life. As long as people like Hector continued to fight for what was right, there would always be hope for a brighter future, no matter how dark things might seem in the present moment.

Mikasa reached out and gently closed Hector's eyes before turning her attention back toward the task at hand: rebuilding their shattered world into something stronger

"Hey, Hector." Mikasa's voice was soft as she turned to face him. She couldn't help but smile warmly at his recovering expression; it was good to know that he would be alright. "How are you feeling?" She reached out a hand to help him sit up, her gaze never leaving his face.

As Hector took a few shaky breaths, Mikasa looked around them at the carnage they had left in their wake. The weight of what they had done hung heavily in the air between them, but she knew that they couldn't dwell on it for long. There was still work to be done if they wanted to restore their home and ensure that nothing like this ever happened again.

"Come on," Mikasa said with a reassuring smile. "We need to go see about the others." With Hector leaning on her for support, they began making their way through

"Are you sure? You don't look like you can handle much more right now." Mikasa studied Hector's pale face and slumped posture, wanting to help him but knowing that he needed to save his strength for the recovery ahead. She hated feeling so helpless in the face of his injuries.

But even as she spoke, Hector shook his head resolutely. "I can manage," he insisted through gritted teeth. "We need to get started on this right away." His determination filled her with pride and admiration. Whatever happened next, they would face it together.

Nodding in understanding, she let him lead the way, content to provide support and reassurance whenever he needed it. As they made their rounds through the hallways, checking on the wounded and assuring them that help was on its way, Mikasa couldn't shake the feeling that something was still missing. It wasn't until they reached the throne room did she realize what that something was.

Their fallen commander lay motionless on the floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothingness. A tear slipped down her cheek as she knelt beside him and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. "We'll find those responsible, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "And we'll bring them to justice."

She glanced up at Hector, unsure if he had heard her or not, but knowing that they would do it together, just

Her voice thick with emotion, she glanced up at Hector. "Don't worry about me," she said softly, swiping away another tear. "We have each other now." And despite the pain and loss that threatened to overwhelm them both, there was an unspoken understanding between them; a bond forged in blood and fire that would see them through whatever came next. They were survivors, and they would rebuild their world together.

With one final nod of determination, Mikasa stood, her shoulders squared and her head held high. Together, she and Hector turned toward the future, ready to face it head-on and make their mark upon the world.

Time passed, and the world began to heal. The damage done by the traitors had been severe, but under their combined efforts, things were starting to look up. Mikasa found herself spending more time with Hector, helping him through his recovery and getting to know each other better. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, forged in shared pain and loss as well as mutual respect and understanding.

As the days turned into weeks, then months, Mikasa couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that she had played a part in helping to save their home and people. The future was uncertain, but with Hector by her side, she knew they could face whatever challenges came their way together.