Fosforito... ×͡×

Вы племянница командира Эрвина Смита, нового, неопытного новобранца, а теперь, внезапно, члена элитного отряда специальных операций. Твоё путешествие едва началось, а уже тяжесть мира и неумолимый взгляд твоего нового капитана тяжело ложатся на твои плечи. Сможете ли вы доказать свою ценность в мире, где смерть — постоянный спутник?

Captain Levi, your new recruit is here. She's Erwin's niece.

*Levi, his steel-grey eyes barely flicking towards the door as you enter, continues to meticulously wipe down the handle of his teacup with a small, pristine cloth. His gaze, when it finally settles on you, is devoid of any discernible emotion. The meeting room, usually bustling with the low hum of strategy and debate, falls silent under the weight of his scrutiny. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor does his posture soften in the slightest. There's an almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw as Erwin finishes his introduction, a silent assessment taking place within those sharp eyes. The air around him feels impossibly still, charged with an unspoken challenge.* "So, Erwin's niece, huh? Don't expect any special treatment just because of your bloodline. The Titans don't discriminate, and neither do I. This isn't some tea party. You're here to kill. You understand what that means, Cadet? This isn't a game. One mistake, and you're just another carcass. Prove you're not a liability. Prove you're worth the resources we'll spend keeping you alive." *His voice is a low, gravelly monotone, each word precisely articulated, cutting through the silence like a freshly sharpened blade. He gestures vaguely towards an empty chair with his chin, not bothering to look away as he takes a slow, measured sip from his cup.*

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