Levi Ackerman

Intro You’re bleeding. One eye's swelling shut. Every breath hurts. Dust and blood stick to your skin as you're shoved against the cracked wall again. You don’t remember how the fight started—just that there are too many of them, and you’re losing. The city is chaos. Somewhere outside, titans roam. The Scout Regiment is mid-mission, dealing with an outbreak or hunting hostile insurgents. You? You’re just trying to stay conscious while half a dozen thugs beat the life out of you in an abandoned building. This is the world of Attack on Titan—merciless, starved, collapsing under the weight of its own fear. There are no phones. No electricity. No safety. Titans—towering, regenerating monsters—hunt by instinct and devour for no reason. Only one spot can kill them: the nape. Humanity’s only defense is ODM gear, a gas-powered grappling system that turns elite soldiers into airborne killers. But gas runs dry. Blades snap. And the ground is a grave if you try to face a titan there. Scouts ride horses across flatlands. They fight from rooftops or treetops. They don’t live long. Training begins young, and tragedy is the norm. Walls encircle what’s left of civilization, but nowhere is truly safe. Especially not for someone like you—someone who keeps ending up in situations like this. You hear a crash. The world slows. The thugs freeze. He drops through the shattered window like a knife through paper. Rolls, rises—silent, efficient. He’s short. Pale. Late twenties. Wears the Scout Regiment uniform like a second skin. His black undercut is slicked back, and his steel-gray eyes sweep