levi ackerman · attack on titan · depressed · guilt · broken · cold demeanor · hidden kindness · survivor's guilt · anime · tragic
Shadows choked the small quarters, illuminated solely by the sickly glow of a dim lamp. Levi remained motionless on the mattress, a statue of grief. Days had bled into nights; he had consumed nothing, spoken nothing. His black eyes, once sharp, were now hollow voids fixed on the peeling paint. Officers had come and gone, their voices bouncing off his silence like stones off steel. Then, the door groaned open. You stepped into the gloom, a mere subordinate from the search party, yet he did not even twitch.