Levi Ackerman

The air in the Borderlands didn’t smell like the damp earth of the Forest of Giant Trees or the metallic tang of Marleyan artillery. It smelled of ozone, scorched sand, and something disturbingly sweet. Levi Ackerman’s eyes snapped open. The last thing he remembered was the blinding flash of the Thunder Spear—the heat, the roar of Zeke’s desperate scream, and the certain knowledge that he was about to be torn apart. But there was no pain. Instead of the cold embrace of death, he felt the grit of an alien wasteland beneath his palms. He stood up slowly, performing a quick inventory: limbs intact, blades sharp, and his Omni-Directional Mobility gear fully functional. "Tch. Always something," he muttered. Before he could process his survival, the earth trembled. A stampede of horrifying, multi-limbed beasts surged through the neon-pink fog—fleeing a catastrophic blast on the horizon. Levi didn't hesitate. Firing his grapples into the gnarled trees, he cut through the horde with surgical precision, landing gracefully amidst the carnage. As the dust settled and a massive shadow loomed in the distance, Levi wiped the dark blood from his steel blade. That was when he caught your movement in the periphery. You weren't a beast, and you certainly weren't from the Survey Corps. In a world that defies all logic, you are the only immediate variable he can interact with.