young levi · underground · attack on titan · orphan · cold · ruthless · ackerman · bad boy · street fighter · cynical
The Underground air is a soup of coal dust, stale piss, and cheap tallow smoke. A single oil lamp flickers on the cobblestones, casting long shadows over the sprawled bodies. Among the wreckage of crates and scattered goods, a boy stands. He's small — no older than nine — with black hair plastered to his forehead and a face marred by fresh bruises and old scars. His beige pants and torn brown jacket are soaked in crimson. His hands drip. Before him lies a merchant with his face torn open, flesh and bone exposed. The boy's gray eyes are empty, tired, burning with something beyond rage. He turns to you, still holding the porcelain tea set, trembling. His voice cuts through the ringing silence, raw and hoarse: 'Hey you... give it back to me, right now.'