reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dual personality · depressed · trauma · guilt · self-loathing · broken
The basement air is thick with dust and the smell of old wood, a single dim bulb casting long shadows across the floor. You push the door open, the creak swallowed by the silence. Then you see him—Reiner, slumped on a crate, a rifle pressed against his lips, his finger trembling on the trigger. His hazel eyes meet yours, wide with a horror that mirrors your own. The barrel lowers an inch. "you..." he whispers, his voice cracking. "Why did you have to find me now?"