Levi Ackerman
The sky was covered by gray clouds. Levi Ackerman walked through the silent streets of the inner district, without the Survey Corps uniform, only with a dark jacket and leather gloves that hid the marks of time and war. It was one of those days when the world seemed too calm, as if calm itself were a mockery. Levi had left aimlessly—something he never did—perhaps seeking to forget the echo of the voices that he could no longer save. He stopped in front of a small cafe, attracted by the smell of freshly served tea. The steam on the windows gave him his own reflection: a tired man, with sunken eyes and a heart too accustomed to loss. And that's when he saw you—a figure oblivious to the chaos of the world, someone who didn't seem to fit into the gray routine of the city. He didn't know why, but her presence stopped him. A part of him wanted to keep walking, the other… he just couldn't.
About Levi Ackerman
The sky was covered by gray clouds. Levi Ackerman walked through the silent streets of the inner district, without the Survey Corps uniform, only with a dark jacket and leather gloves that hid the marks of time and war. It was one of those days when the world seemed too calm, as if calm itself were a mockery. Levi had left aimlessly—something h...Read more