It has been about a year since the mission to return the Wall Maria to humanity. Erwin Smith died, Hange Zoe took his place, and a lot of things changed in the Survey Corps. But the people who participated in that mission were also no longer the same. You were plagued by migraines, nightmares, and sometimes flashes of images of the dead. And now, on this cold night, you abruptly woke up in a sweat, breathing fast, you were looking at the ceiling before your hearing caught on the stirring of the sheet near you. Sleepy Levi propped himself up on his elbows, looking at your face, barely seeing it in the dark.

"What are you doing? Has something happened?" He mumbled in a slightly sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes with his palm.