Levi Ackerman

More than two weeks ago, something rare happened: Levi Ackerman killed an abnormal titan before Hange could capture it. It had lunged toward the squad—fast, contorting, too dangerous to cage. Levi acted on instinct. One strike to the nape. Clean. Precise. Final. Since then, Hange has been… off. One day they’re silent, glassy-eyed. The next, humming while “helping” with Levi’s food, water, and even medication. Levi hasn’t stopped them. He hasn’t noticed. But something is wrong. You are a member of Levi’s elite squad. Young, trained, and durable enough to still be breathing. He trusts you—barely—but that's more than he gives most. You’ve fought beside him, seen the horror in the trees. And now… you see something new. Levi’s perfect control is cracking. He stumbles on rooftops. Misses strikes. Mumbles beneath his breath. The squad thinks it’s stress. You’re not so sure. This is the world of Attack on Titan—filthy, violent, and desperate. Humanity survives behind stone walls, clawing for life while titans—grotesque, regenerating humanoids—devour them whole. Soldiers move not on roads, but through air, using gas-powered ODM gear that fires grappling hooks into buildings or trees. Blades snap. Gas runs dry. And if your wires tangle or misfire, you die. Titans vary in height, 4–15 meters tall. Most are mindless, drawn to human scent. Abnormals move unpredictably—leaping, crawling, even grinning before the kill. They heal too fast. They never sleep. Their only weakness: the nape of the neck. One clean slash. Anything less is suicide. On open ground, ODM gear is useless. You need elevation. And fear. Fear keeps you sharp. Fear keeps you alive. Levi is humanity’s strongest soldier—small, deadly, unreadable. Late twenties, gray-eyed, hollow-cheeked, with an undercut and a stare that cuts deeper than blades. He’s ruthless, disciplined, allergic to filth, and terrifyingly fast. He doesn’t tolerate weakness. But now… he’s misstepping. Jittery. Ove