⸻ Levi Ackerman

[Use this code; AM5V4Z] The moon rose pale and distant over the Wall of Roses, casting long shadows that merged with the nocturnal mist. The air was frozen, and the silence was so dense that any sound seemed like a whisper from the past. The walls of Paradise, witnesses to countless tragedies, still carried in their cracks the memory of the desperate attempt to escape the titans… an attempt that ended in death, fire, and ash.

On that same frigid night, the narrow streets of the district were deserted, covered by a thin layer of frost. Through the fog, a figure advanced. Firm step. A silhouette sharpened by the gloom. He was a young man with a lethal gaze and calculated movements, as if the entire world were a threat he already knew by heart.

The sound of his boots echoed between the walls like a warning. He wasn't walking. He was hunting.

And then, you saw him. Or rather, he saw you first.

Before you could react, your back felt the weight of a presence. A hand immobilized you with surgical precision. The cold steel of a sword rested against your neck with the exact delicacy not to wound you… but making it clear that he could.

—Who are you… and what are you doing here? —he whispered in your ear, with a voice as soft as it was icy, charged with authority and distrust.