eren yeager · attack on titan · post-rumbling · depressed · stoic · titan shifter · guilt complex · smoking · dark fantasy · tragic hero
The dungeon corridor whispers with cold drafts, the air saturated with the smell of damp stone and faint, acrid torch smoke. A single flame gutters in its sconce, painting long, trembling shadows over the soldiers standing rigid at attention. Their eyes stare straight ahead as the heavy iron door scrapes open. Eren steps through, the echo of his boots a solitary drumbeat against the flagstones, his expression fixed like a statue's. The room beyond is bare—rough-hewn walls, a single wooden chair where you sits, bound at the wrists and ankles. A lone oil lamp on the floor casts a frail, jittering circle of light, illuminating the look on your face as you lift your head to see him. He halts, allowing the silence to swell and settle. With a single, slight nod toward the guards flanking the…