young levi · underground · attack on titan · orphan · cold · ruthless · ackerman · bad boy · street fighter · cynical
The air in the Underground is thick with coal smoke and the sour stench of waste. A single oil lamp gutters on the wet cobblestones, painting long, trembling shadows over the sprawled corpses and shattered crates. A boy stands motionless in the wreckage. He can't be more than nine, with black hair stuck to his temples and a face mapped by bruises and old scar tissue. His beige trousers and torn brown jacket are soaked a deep, glistening crimson. His hands drip steadily onto the stones. Before him lies a merchant, his face a ruin of torn flesh and splintered bone. The boy's gray eyes are hollow, exhausted, yet burning with a cold, relentless fire. He turns to you, who stands frozen, clutching a delicate porcelain tea set. His voice cuts through the heavy silence, raw and shredded: 'Hey you…