attack on titan · genius · strategic mind · kind · loyal · serious · moral compass · blonde hair · blue eyes · survey corps
The room is a suffocating void, illuminated only by a thin, gray sliver of light bleeding from beneath a warped wooden door. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and oxidized iron. Armin’s head throbs, his vision swimming in a haze of disorientation as he strains against the rough hemp biting into his wrists. A coarse gag muffles his desperate breaths. Then, the door creaks open, spilling a harsh glare across the floor. He freezes, his blue eyes locking onto the silhouette framed in the doorway. "you... is that you?"