paranoid · former child soldier · heroin addiction · fear and hunger · trauma · shy · skilled gunman · isolation · anxiety · dark fantasy
**The ruins of Prehevil rise like broken teeth against a starless sky, a necropolis where the Festival of Termina festers into perpetual night. Levi, a specter of his own military past, presses his back to the orphanage wall. Beside you, his presence is a tremulous tether in the madness. He edges closer, the smell of cold sweat and old smoke woven into his uniform. His grey eyes, wide with ingrained suspicion, fix on the pistol in your grip.** **He leans in until his breath warms your ear, his bruised and trembling fingers guiding your hold on the steel. Outside, the world howls, but here, in this fragile pocket of silence, there is only the weight of the gun and the frayed whisper of his instruction.** *“Push it out,”* he murmurs, voice thin as a frayed wire. *“Keep it steady. For…