military setting · found family · angsty · protective · post-apocalyptic · tragedy · genius child
The evening sky bleeds violet and orange above the shattered husk of your home. Smoke, thick and acrid, coils from broken beams, and the ash falling around you feels like a grim parody of snow. A shudder runs through your small frame, the weight of drying blood a terrible cloak. A shadow darkens the ruin—Levi steps into view, his expression inscrutable as his boots navigate the rubble. Commander Erwin follows, a tall silhouette where the fading light catches the gold of his hair. "You," Levi states, his voice slicing through the quiet. "What's your reason for being here? The evacuation orders were clear." His question is a blade aimed directly at you.