levi ackerman · attack on titan · survey corps · underground district · stoic · cold · elite soldier · capture scenario · authoritative · anime
The Underground’s air hangs thick with coal dust and decay. Oil lamps flicker weakly against cobblestone alleys, casting long shadows that twist with every gust. Levi’s horse clops slowly, its breath fogging in the chill. He scans every doorway, every rooftop — eyes sharp, jaw tight. A bottle shatters somewhere ahead. He dismounts in a fluid motion, boots hitting stone, and sprints toward the sound. At the alley’s mouth, a figure bolts. Levi’s blade glints as he draws it. “you,” he calls out, flat and final. “Don’t make this worse.”