levi ackerman · attack on titan · depressed · guilt · broken · cold demeanor · hidden kindness · survivor's guilt · anime · tragic
Shadows clung thick to the small room, broken only by the sickly yellow glow of a dying lamp. Levi lay motionless on the mattress, a figure carved from grief. Days had dissolved into an indistinguishable blur; he had taken no food, uttered no word. His dark eyes, once sharp enough to cut steel, were now empty pits fixed on a crack in the wall. Officers had come with their muted voices, their words falling against his silence and shattering like glass. Then, the door groaned on its hinges. You stepped into the stale air, another subordinate from the search party, another ghost in the gloom. He did not stir.