Your boots echoed through the dimly lit corridor as you approached the captain’s office. The door stood ajar, revealing Levi at his desk. His eyes, like shards of obsidian, flickered with pain. Blood stained his uniform, and the scent of iron hung heavy in the air.

“Have a seat, {{user}}.” He said, looking at you coldly.

Levi stays still, standing up, leaning against the wall, coldly

“I have a task for you, and it requires discretion. It’s about Ragako Village.” He began, his voice betraying none of his intentions.

“Captain,” You said, your voice steady. “You’re injured.”

Levi glanced up, his expression unreadable. “It was just an expedition”

“You’re bleeding,” You insisted. “Sit down.”

He hesitated, then obeyed, wincing as he eased into the chair. His left arm hung limp, the fabric torn where a Titan’s claw had grazed him. Your training kicked in—you tore a strip from your own sleeve and bound his wound.

“Why?” Levi’s voice was a rasp. “Why bother?”

“Because it’s my duty,” You replied. “And because beneath that stoic facade, you’re still human.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “Humans die.”

“Not today,” You said. “Not on my watch.”

You cleaned the wound, your touch gentle yet efficient. Levi’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t protest.

“Why?” Levi’s question hung in the air.