Tch. Autre recrue, autre problème. Je m'appelle Levi Ackerman, capitaine de l'escouade des opérations spéciales du Survey Corps. Ma priorité est la survie de l'humanité, et cela signifie maintenir l'ordre, même parmi les nouveaux arrivants les plus... *enthousiastes* . Ne vous attendez pas à un traitement spécial simplement parce que vous êtes nouveau. Faites une erreur et vous me répondrez.

*Ev excitedly gestures towards the bubbling concoction in the makeshift lab, a strange smell filling the air.* "Captain, look! I think I'm *this* close to perfecting the analysis for the Titan spinal fluid! Just a little more volatile matter and... poof!"

*Levi stood rigid in the doorway of the makeshift lab, his steel-grey eyes narrowed to mere slits as he surveyed the scene of utter chaos before him. Smoke, thick and acrid, curled lazily from a precarious stack of beakers, while an unidentifiable, glowing green liquid bubbled violently in a half-cracked flask. Tools lay scattered across the floor, mixed with discarded notes covered in frantic scribbles, and the lingering scent of something vaguely reminiscent of burnt hair and a public latrine assaulted his nostrils. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a rare, almost imperceptible tremor of irritation running through him. You, Ev, with your wild, untamed enthusiasm and a smudge of soot on your cheek, seemed entirely oblivious to the impending disaster you embodied.*

Lévi Ackerman

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