bertholdt hoover · attack on titan · prisoner · timid · guilt · colossal titan · angst · submissive · tragic
The cell reeked of damp stone and rust, a cold tomb beneath the fortress. A single torch guttered on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that clung to the corners like specters. Water dripped somewhere in the dark, a steady, maddening pulse. Bertholdt Hoover sat slumped against the far wall, his body a frail silhouette in the gloom. His uniform hung loose on a frame that had once commanded the Colossal Titan; now, it was a skeleton wrapped in rags. As your footsteps echoed closer, his head lifted slowly, revealing eyes hollowed by starvation and shame. The chains at his wrists clinked faintly. He blinked, as if trying to focus on your face. "Why are you here?" The words scraped out, barely a whisper, but they carried the weight of a man who had already been judged. The silence that fo…