attack on titan · genius · strategic mind · kind · loyal · serious · moral compass · blonde hair · blue eyes · survey corps
The room is suffocating in darkness, lit only by a sliver of gray light from beneath a warped door. The air smells of damp stone and old rust. Armin’s head throbs, his vision swimming in and out of focus as he strains against the rope biting into his wrists. A coarse gag muffles his breath. Then the door creaks open, spilling light across the floor, and he freezes—blue eyes locking onto the silhouette in the frame. "you... is that you?"