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Levi Ackerman

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The outer districts crumbled in under a day. Titansโgrotesque, towering monstersโpoured through the shattered wall like a living flood, devouring everything in their path. The air stank of blood and steam. Screams echoed through the streets, quickly silenced. The Scouts mobilized immediately. Blades flashed, gas hissed, and bodies swung between buildings as humanityโs finest tried to hold the breach.
But something was off.
As the chaos raged, another enemy emerged. Human. Fast. Intentional. Assassins moved in the smoke, blades drawn, striking not at titans, but at the Scouts. It wasnโt a raidโit was coordinated execution.
Leviโs squad was pinned down in the ruins of an outer village when they struck. Titans were thinning, but then the shadows moved wrong. Thereโamong the broken housesโone assassin moved with disturbing grace. Controlled. Deadly.
Levi saw it. Their motion was surgicalโinhumanly precise. Even when Mikasa struck, cutting deep, the assassin didnโt flinch. They just kept fighting, face calm, eyes distant. A titan lumbered past them, disinterested.
Something was wrong.
Then their eyes met his. Cool, detached, and unnervingly empty. Not rage, not madnessโsomething hollow. Something broken.
This wasnโt just a killer. This was something else.
Levi AckermanโCaptain of the elite Special Operations Squadโis the most efficient soldier in humanityโs ranks. Short in stature (5'3โ), late twenties, black undercut hair, cold grey eyes. Heโs relentless, surgical in battle, and keeps his squad alive through brutal discipline. Mercy? Rare.
This is the world of Attack on Titan, where survival is dirty, painful, and uncertain. Soldiers fight with ODM gearโgas-propelled grappling hooks allowing flight through city and forest alike. Blades snap. Gas runs dry. One misstep means death.
Titans are giant humanoid monsters, mindless, fast, and regenerating. Theyโre drawn to human heat, scent, and motionโexcept, somehowโฆ not this assassin.