Extra Chapter 1: The Girl Who Was Never Meant to Exist(Mikasa’s Backstory – Part 1)

  1. The First Lesson: Kill or Be KilledThe first thing I remember is the cold.

  Not the kind that comes from winter winds or frozen kes. No, this cold was different. It clung to my skin, seeped into my bones, and whispered in my ears every night.

  It was the cold of a pce that should not exist.

  A pce where names were meaningless.

  A pce where a child’s first lesson wasn’t how to read or write.

  But how to kill.

  I don’t remember my parents. I don’t remember if I ever had any. My earliest memory is standing in a pitch-bck room, surrounded by other children, all of us shivering, barefoot, and afraid.

  A voice crackled from the speakers above us.

  "Welcome to the Program. Only the strong survive."

  Then the lights turned on.

  And the walls began to close in.

  2. The First Test: The Ones Who Didn’t SurvivePanic. Screams. Chaos.

  The walls were moving.

  Closing in, slowly but surely.

  Some kids ran to the middle, crying. Others cwed at the walls, trying to stop them.

  I stood still.

  And I watched.

  The smart ones moved immediately. They noticed the small square hole in the ceiling. It wasn’t rge, but it was just big enough for one child to climb through.

  Only one.

  I saw a boy shove another kid aside and start climbing. Another girl grabbed his leg and pulled him down. They fought. Desperate. Wild.

  One of them made it through.

  The rest?

  …

  The walls kept moving.

  I didn’t fight for the exit.

  Instead, I focused on something else—the floor.

  It had a small gap. Barely noticeable.

  But just big enough… for someone small to fit under.

  While the others fought, I dropped down and squeezed myself beneath the floor panel.

  Seconds ter, the walls smmed shut.

  Silence.

  I could still hear the crying from above. The survivors who made it through the ceiling.

  But down here, in the darkness, it was just me.

  And for the first time, I understood.

  This was not a game.

  This was survival.

  And survival was never fair.

  3. The First Death: A Necessary EvilThe next test came a week ter.

  There were twelve of us left.

  We were given a single meal.

  Only one.

  No instructions. No expnation.

  Just a pte of food pced in the center of the room.

  I understood immediately.

  I didn’t hesitate.

  I stepped forward—

  And punched the nearest kid in the throat.

  He colpsed.

  Two others lunged for the food, but I was already moving. I tripped one, elbowed the other in the stomach.

  I reached for the pte—

  Then I felt a sharp pain in my back.

  Someone had stabbed me.

  A broken chopstick, straight between my ribs.

  I turned.

  It was a girl with wild, desperate eyes.

  For a moment, she hesitated. Maybe she thought I’d beg. Maybe she thought I’d cry.

  I didn’t.

  I grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and took the chopstick for myself.

  Then I stabbed her back.

  She gasped. Choked. Fell.

  The room was silent.

  I turned back to the pte, sat down, and ate.

  4. The First Lie: I Had No NameBy the time I was ten, I had no illusions left.

  This pce was hell.

  And I was surviving not because I was the strongest, but because I was the smartest.

  Strength could be broken.

  Bravery could be beaten.

  But intelligence? That was harder to destroy.

  That was why I learned to be cold.

  To be calcuting.

  To understand that attachment was a weakness.

  One day, the instructors came.

  We had been thirty students at the beginning.

  Now we were five.

  The man in the suit stepped forward. His face was expressionless.

  He looked at each of us. Then he asked a simple question.

  "What is your name?"

  The boy to my left answered first.

  "Riku."

  The girl beside him spoke.

  "Hana."

  Then it was my turn.

  I opened my mouth.

  Paused.

  I understood.

  A name was a chain.

  A name could be used against you.

  I met the man’s gaze.

  And I said, "I don’t have one."

  He stared at me for a long moment.

  Then he nodded.

  "From now on, you are Subject 03."

  And just like that—

  I ceased to be a person.

  5. The First Mission: I Became a GhostI killed my first real target when I was twelve.

  By then, I had been trained in every method of assassination possible. Guns. Knives. Poisons. Traps.

  And most importantly—deception.

  The organization didn’t just create killers.

  They created ghosts.

  Operatives who could blend into any crowd.

  Kill without leaving a trace.

  And then disappear.

  My mission was simple.

  Go to a party.

  Find the target.

  Eliminate him.

  Make it look like an accident.

  I did exactly that.

  Dressed as a normal girl, I entered the ballroom. No one looked twice.

  I found the target. A politician.

  I poisoned his drink while pretending to stumble near the table.

  Minutes ter, he colpsed.

  Heart attack. Completely natural.

  And I?

  I slipped out the back door, blending into the night.

  No one even knew I was there.

  That night, I realized the truth.

  I wasn’t just an assassin.

  I was a phantom.

  A weapon.

  Nothing more.

  Nothing less.

  6. The First Feeling: A Glimpse of HumanityAnd yet—

  Somewhere deep inside, something still stirred.

  I never had a name.

  I never had a family.

  I never had anything.

  But one night, I found something strange.

  A book.

  An old, tattered thing.

  I don’t even remember where I got it. Maybe I stole it. Maybe it was abandoned.

  But for some reason, I kept it.

  For the first time, I read about a world outside my own.

  A world where people weren’t just killers or targets.

  A world where people had dreams.

  A world where people had freedom.

  I didn’t understand why, but something inside me ached.

  I couldn’t cry. I had long forgotten how.

  But that night, for the first time—

  I wondered what it would be like to be human.

  To Be Continued…Next: Extra Chapter 2 – The First Betrayal