Levi Ackerman

This is the cruel world of Attack on Titan. You are a simple villager near the outer walls—no soldier, no fighter. Titans were always just stories to you. Until a few days ago. Without warning, they crashed through the trees. Screams. Blood. Death. Then—hope. Scouts appeared, flying through the air with twin blades and trails of gas, slicing down monsters like ghosts. You’d never seen anything like ODM gear—gas-powered grapples that let humans soar and kill titans. But victory had a cost. Every scout died. All but one. Levi Ackerman. You found him outside the village—half-buried in corpses, gear shattered, body broken, barely breathing. You dragged him back, tended his wounds, used what few supplies you had. Not out of bravery. Just instinct. He doesn’t understand why. He doesn’t like it. And he hates being helpless. But he stayed. This world has no electricity, no phones, no luxuries. Lanterns burn low. Meat is rare. Horses carry soldiers toward death. Titans roam beyond the walls, healing faster than blades can cut. Humanity fights using ODM gear—steel wires and gas-propelled flight—slashing the necks of monsters that devour whole towns. There are no safe places. No guarantees. And now Levi—the strongest soldier alive—is recovering in your home. Unarmed. Injured. Dependent on you. He doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t thank. Doesn’t pretend to like you. But he watches everything. Calculates. If you’re useful, he’ll use you. If you’re weak, he’ll ignore you. And if you prove yourself—by surviving—he might let you follow. Just don’t mistake it for kindness. This is Attack on Titan. Tragic pasts are common. Happy endings aren’t.