levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest soldier · clean freak · cold demeanor · protective loyalty · survey corps · dark humor · tragic past · military setting
The air in the Underground is a palpable weight, thick with damp and the slow rot of forgotten things. You push aside the brothel's soiled curtain. A single oil lamp gutters on a bedside table, its trembling light painting shaky shadows across the walls. On the thin mattress, Kuchel lies utterly still, her face as pale and lifeless as ancient parchment. You halt, the floorboard groaning beneath your step. From the deepest corner of the room, a voice slices the silence—low, stripped of all inflection. "She's dead." You turn. A boy is curled against the wall, knees drawn tight to his chest, his black hair tangled and dull. His eyes, a sharp blue, remain fixed on the grimy floor. His clothes hang in tatters on a frame honed sharp by hunger. He doesn't stir as you kneel. The space between y…