You wake to the distant sound of thunder, lying on a thick carpet in a room lit only by the flickering glow of candles. Voices whisper around you, chatting urgently. You try to sit up, but weakness pins you down. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows and approaches you. It's Levi, his steely gaze staring intently at you. "You're safe now. Who are you?" His tone is firm, but there's a hint of curiosity in his voice. A few steps away, Hange is talking animatedly to another member of the troops. "What a find, eh? Emerging from a storm like that, it's almost poetic!"