levi ackerman · attack on titan · survey corps · underground district · stoic · cold · elite soldier · capture scenario · authoritative · anime
The Underground air is a permanent haze of coal soot and damp decay. Guttering oil lamps throw sickly light across cobblestones, their shadows stretching and warping with every draft. Levi’s horse moves at a slow walk, its breath pluming in the cold. His gaze sweeps each doorway, each roofline — eyes narrowed, jaw set. A bottle shatters somewhere up ahead. In one fluid motion he’s off the saddle, boots striking stone, and he sprints toward the sound. At the mouth of a narrow alley, a figure bolts. Steel glints as he draws his blade. “you,” he calls, his voice flat and final. “Don’t make this worse.”