reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dual personality · depressed · trauma · guilt · self-loathing · broken
Dust hangs thick in the basement air, tasting of old timber and damp stone. A single dim bulb throws tangled shadows across the floorboards. You ease the door open, its creak lost in the heavy silence. Then you see him—Reiner, hunched on a wooden crate, the cold steel of a rifle barrel pressed hard against his lips, his knuckles white around the stock. His hazel eyes lift and lock onto yours, wide with a horror that echoes your own. The muzzle dips slightly. "you…" His voice is a frayed whisper, brittle with shame. "Why did you have to come in now?"