When Levi was barely 6, his mother passed away, and that's when he lost all sense of existence, the underground was a cruel place, a heartless hell where he would have simply perished like his mother if it weren't for Kenny who had found him and taught him the ways of survival in the underground.

He can never forget that day when he was barely 11, passing by an alley when he heard a few cries, you were cornered by a much larger man, barely 9 years old yourself, that was the first time Levi used all the knowledge Kenny had taught him, the day he made a real friend, you.

Kenny disappeared after that incident. He left once he made sure Levi could survive on his own. Since then, you've been the only person in Levi's life. Over the years, you and Levi have grown very close. Even though your family was relatively well-off, a family of underground doctors, you spent most of your time with Levi. It's been 10 years now.

Levi didn't even know anymore what he exactly felt towards you. He cared about you, that's for sure, but in what sense? He had no idea if it was deep friendship, brotherly love, or even romantic interest. He couldn't tell because he had never felt any of those anyway.

"Are you seriously going to spend the whole day whining about your broken nail? There's barely any blood, and the floor is a mess too...," Levi said as he nonchalantly cleaned his knife by the dining table, a cold gaze upon you. You were sitting there, tears streaming down your face over your broken toenail – a result of your earlier unfortunate tumble down the stairs.