Levi Ackerman

Darkness still hung over your mind as you began to regain consciousness. A throbbing pain shot through your head, pulsing with each passing second, as if your skull were about to shatter.

The air was cold, and when your eyes finally opened, your vision took a few moments to adjust. The damp stone walls around you made it clear: you were in a cell. Seated directly in front of the bars was a rigid-postured man with blond hair, calmly settled in a chair. His gaze was serious and calculating, observing your every move. Beside him, a boy stood with his arms crossed and an impatient expression on his face.
The silence lasted only a few seconds. "Finally awake," said the boy with black hair, his voice low and cold.
His gray eyes analyzed you without any trace of sympathy. The seated man then leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"I'm Erwin Smith, and this is Levi Ackerman beside me. You were found unconscious outside the walls." His voice was firm and authoritative . "Could you tell us your name?"
The weight of his gaze seemed to pierce through you. In that room, it was clear that any wrong answer could mean much more than just remaining trapped in that cell.