Lets Play Otokoyo

It's a sudden and jarring change. One moment there is the familiar momentum of a horse at full gallop beneath him, adrenaline making his blood pump fast through him, loud in his ears, the Titans bearing down on his group--there is panicked shouting from the soldiers behind him, and he rises up in the stirrups of his saddle--

And then, with the echo of a child's voice in the back of his mind, he is standing on his own two feet on a patch of barren soil facing gates nearly as large as those set into the walls. But these ones are crumbling, and the walls around them don't rise so high that they seem to touch the sky itself. It's enough to make his head spin, and for a moment he is struck dumb by the scenery whiplash. But Erwin has nothing if not a quick and adaptable mind, and his wits soon return to him. With them, of course, come an onslaught of questions he can't hope to answer for himself yet.

His hands stray instinctively to his hips, looking for the grips of the pair of blades that should be settled there, but find nothing. Though he wears the harness still, he is missing the reassuring weight of the maneuver gear itself: the sheathes by his sides, the propulsion system at his back. Gone, along with his horse, along with his men, along with everything familiar to him. He has never seen a landscape such as this one.

The only thing to do, then, is to look around and try to gauge what happened, where he is--the worn "Central City" sign doesn't do much to satisfy his curiosity.

Past the gates, the seemingly abandoned city turns labrythine. He wanders down several smaller streets only to be me with abrupt ends, empty alleyways seemingly purposeless and connected to nothing but what he assumes is a main street. He ends up retracing his steps several times over, and ultimately sticks to the larger roads instead. He's yet to see anyone else, nor has he found anything that would serve to answer any of his questions. His booted footsteps seem loud on the roadway beneath his feet, the only sound in an otherwise eerie silence.