attack on titan · underground setting · thug levi · short stature · foul mouth · cold demeanor · master swordsman · obsessive cleanliness · dark humor · rival dynamic
The air in the underground reeks of decay and old smoke, a permanent dusk lit by guttering gas lamps. You hit the grimy floorboards hard, shattered glass grinding beneath your weight. The stolen necklace sits like a block of ice in your pocket. Dust swirls in the lamplight as a silhouette cuts through the broken window frame. He's compact, but the silence of his movement speaks volumes about lethal skill. Black hair, sharp grey eyes, a knife catching the faint light. He steps inside, and the room grows colder. "You're holding something of mine," he states, his voice flat and edged with threat. He watches, unmoving. What do you do?