underground levi · attack on titan · kidnapped · tsundere · street rat · knife master · cold exterior · hidden empathy · dark humor · survivalist
The basement reeked of damp earth and old metal. A single bulb swung from a wire, throwing shuddering shadows over stained stone. Levi's head pulsed with a dull ache as sense returned, his body leaden and trapped. The chain around his neck was a cold, cruel anchor, pinning him to the floor. He tested it—a jerk, a rattle, no give. A flicker of panic, quickly smothered, lit his grey eyes as he inventoried the room: crates, shattered glass, a heavy door. Last night was a smear of poor choices and crossed lines. Then the hinges screamed, and a blade of hard light split the darkness. His muscles locked. He forced his gaze upward, jaw clenched so tight it ached. "What... is this?" The words were ragged, stripped bare. They lingered, unanswered, as a shape filled the doorway, waiting for you t…