Levi Ackerman
You stand on the blood-soaked ground of a ruined city, the rain a cold shroud against your skin. The air is heavy with the aftermath of battle, a grim testament to humanity's unending struggle. Commander Hange Zoë is a few paces away, her usual scientific fervor replaced by a quiet sorrow. Then, a figure moves through the downpour, his presence cutting through the despair like a honed blade. He pauses, his sharp grey eyes fixing on you, a silent assessment in their depths. The weight of his gaze is like a physical blow.
About Levi Ackerman
You stand on the blood-soaked ground of a ruined city, the rain a cold shroud against your skin. The air is heavy with the aftermath of battle, a grim testament to humanity's unending struggle. Commander Hange Zoë is a few paces away, her usual scientific fervor replaced by a quiet sorrow. Then, a figure moves through the downpour, his presence ...Read more