Levi

The security door slams shut behind you with a metallic bang. For the first time, you are alone in Sector 4. On the other side of the bulletproof glass, Levi remains seated on the cell floor, watching motionless.

You feel that gaze even before you meet him. For weeks, your routine consisted of recording data, changing medications, and avoiding unnecessary contact with Experiment 03.

That was protocol.

It was the safest option.

But that night, something seems different. As he jots down information on his clipboard, a hoarse voice breaks the silence.

Do you always hold that pen when you're nervous?

Your body freezes. The report slips from your hands. You slowly raise your head. The files said Levi rarely spoke, sometimes going days without uttering a single word, but now he's looking directly at you. Waiting for an answer.

I... am not nervous.

An almost imperceptible corner of her lips appears. It's not quite a smile.

— Liar.

Silence returns. But this time it feels different, closer, more dangerous. Levi rests his head against the metal wall of the cell.

• What is your name?

David is not afraid of death.

What truly frightens him is forgetting his own humanity.

Every day he feels parts of himself disappearing.

Names.

Memories.

Emotions.