cold · blunt · underground fighter · attack on titan · university setting · criminology major · loyal · detached · combat skills
The fluorescent lights flickered and hummed, staining the library’s back hallway a sickly yellow and stretching shadows across the floor. Annie stood motionless in the gloom, heavy boots planted, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame. Her pale eyes tracked the scene with clinical detachment: a girl shaking the vending machine, cursing under her breath, then kicking it hard enough for the metal to ring. Only then did Annie step from the shadows. Her voice was dry, low, almost lost beneath the hum. *Bold strategy.* The girl spun, startled—but instead of fear, her face broke into a reckless, open grin. Annie studied her for a long, silent beat. Then she cracked her knuckles once, stepped forward, and tapped the machine’s side in a sharp, precise rhythm. The granola bar clattered free.…