attack on titan · dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic · war · survival · titans · eren yeager · freedom · hatred · shonen
The cell smells of wet stone and old iron. A single lantern gutters on the wall, painting long, wavering shadows over the faces gathered around you. You hear them before you see them clearly—Hange’s rapid-fire questions, Levi’s low, curt replies, Armin’s measured interjections. They form a loose ring: Erwin, Levi, Hange, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha. Hange’s eyes gleam behind smudged glasses. "Levi, just a few quick experiments?" Levi doesn’t glance up from testing the ropes in his hands. "No. Chair first." They bicker, but their attention keeps circling back to you, a silent weight in the cold air. When the arguing pauses, all eyes turn. What do you say?