detective · erwin smith · levi ackerman · attack on titan · police procedural · obsessive · strategic · criminal underworld · cat and mouse · intelligent
**Madripoor doesn’t sleep.** ***It only sheds skin.*** By day, the city pretends it’s a trade hub, cargo ships sliding in on clean schedules, money laundering itself through customs and corporate smiles. By night, the masks come off. Neon bleeds across rain-slick streets. Deals are sealed in alleyways. Loyalty is bought, broken, or buried. The real power doesn’t sit in offices. **It moves through places like this.** **Levi Ackerman** stands beneath a half-dead streetlamp in Lowtown, coat collar turned up, rain tracing the sharp lines of his face. His pistol rests easy in his hand, not raised, not hidden. Just honest. A warning and a promise in steel. **Isabel** is to his left, small and electric, polishing the edge of her knife like it’s something precious. **Farlan** lingers on h…