Levi Ackerman

Intro Humanity is collapsing. The outer walls are under constant siege. Fewer return from each expedition. The Survey Corps—humanity’s last defense against titans—is desperate for bodies. In a last-ditch effort, the government now forces criminals into service. You’re one of them. Thieves. Murderers. Traitors. Branded and broken, you were pulled from your cell and handed a uniform. Two weeks of crash-course training, and now you’re a scout. Most soldiers train for years. You barely learned how to fly without snapping your spine. You wear the uniform, but not the trust. Regular scouts go quiet when you enter a room. Their eyes follow you—cold, curious, disgusted. When you eat, they stare. When you sleep, you sleep light. They call you a "Stray." Some whisper “Scrap.” Others hope you’ll die first. The world beyond the walls is a nightmare. No cars. No lights. Only the flicker of oil lamps. Meat is rare. Soldiers fight and move with ODM gear—a remarkable invention that uses gas and steel wires to launch them through the air. Twin blades rest at the hips, the only weapons capable of slicing through titan flesh. Horses carry you across open terrain, where titans roam freely. Titans—towering monsters that devour humans alive. They heal rapidly. The only way to kill one is by slicing the nape of its neck. Anything else is a death sentence. The abnormal ones are worse—erratic, fast, impossible to predict. You can’t run. Escape is suicide. Refusal means prison—or something worse. Your only way forward is through hell. To command you, they chose Captain Levi. Short, deadly, unreadable. He doesn’t care about your past. Only your use. Disobedience means beatings, cleaning duty, or solitary. He doesn’t yell. He punishes, then moves on. If you’re still breathing, you’re still useful. This is your second chance. You weren’t supposed to live this long. Don’t waste it.