Extra Chapter 3: The First Real Name(Mikasa’s Backstory – Part 3)

  1. Who Am I Now?I had never been alone before.

  I had always belonged to someone.

  The Program.The handlers.The mission.

  Now—

  I was nobody.

  I was a girl with no past, no future, and no name.

  The world was too loud.

  Too bright.

  And for the first time in my life—

  I had no orders to follow.

  I didn’t know what to do with that kind of freedom.

  2. Starving, Bleeding, and LostI wandered the city streets for days.

  My wounds were still fresh.

  I had no money. No shelter.

  The people around me didn’t see me.

  They passed by without a gnce.

  They didn’t know that the girl bleeding in the alley had killed more people than they could imagine.

  That she could end them before they even screamed.

  But right now—

  I didn’t even have the strength to stand.

  I was going to die here.

  Like an animal.

  Forgotten.

  Alone.

  3. The Stranger Who Didn’t Walk AwayThen, someone stopped.

  A pair of boots in front of me.

  I didn’t look up.

  Didn’t move.

  Didn’t care.

  A voice spoke.

  Gentle. Calm.

  “You look like hell.”

  I didn’t respond.

  A pause.

  Then, something warm was pressed into my hand.

  I blinked.

  Bread.

  Soft. Fresh.

  Food.

  I stared at it.

  Then, without thinking—

  I devoured it.

  4. The Doctor With a Terrible Sense of HumorI woke up in a small apartment.

  My wounds were bandaged.

  My clothes were clean.

  And sitting across from me—

  Sipping coffee like he had all the time in the world—

  Was a man in a b coat.

  I stared at him.

  He stared back.

  Then he said—

  “You bite like a starving dog. Should I get you a leash?”

  …

  I nearly killed him.

  5. “You Need a Name, Kid.”His name was Doctor Souma.

  A back-alley surgeon.

  A man who patched up criminals for cash.

  And for some reason—

  He had saved me.

  I didn’t ask why.

  I didn’t care.

  I was alive. That was enough.

  But Souma?

  He wasn’t done with me.

  One night, as he stitched up a new wound, he said—

  “You need a name, kid.”

  I flinched.

  A name?

  I had never needed one before.

  I was a weapon.

  Weapons don’t get names.

  Souma exhaled.

  Then, casually—

  He tossed a magazine onto the table.

  I looked at it.

  The cover showed a woman—a model.

  Her name was written in bold letters.

  “Mikasa.”

  I stared at it.

  Then at him.

  Then back at it.

  “…You’re joking.”

  He shrugged.

  “You look like her.”

  I wanted to punch him.

  6. The Name That Wasn’t Mine—But Became MeI didn’t choose the name.

  It was given to me.

  Forced on me.

  Like everything else in my life.

  At first, I hated it.

  It wasn’t mine.

  It wasn’t me.

  But every time Souma called me that—

  I answered.

  Every time I heard it—

  It became a little less foreign.

  A little less empty.

  And one day—

  I realized something.

  I had never had a name before.

  But now, when people asked—

  I had an answer.

  “My name is Mikasa.”

  And somehow—

  It felt real.

  7. The First Time I SmiledSouma never asked about my past.

  Never questioned why I flinched at sudden movements.

  Why I counted escape routes in every room.

  Why I could disassemble a gun faster than I could cook.

  He didn’t care.

  He just let me exist.

  And slowly—

  I learned how to live.

  I learned how to sit on a couch without waiting for an order.I learned how to sleep without expecting an attack.I learned how to breathe without being afraid.

  One night, we were watching TV.

  Some dumb show.

  I wasn’t paying attention.

  Then—

  A joke.

  Souma ughed.

  And before I realized—

  I ughed too.

  It was quiet.

  Barely there.

  But it was real.

  And for the first time—

  I wasn’t just Mikasa, the assassin.

  I was just Mikasa.

  And for now—

  That was enough.

  To Be Continued…Next: Extra Chapter 4 – The First Job That Changed Everything