Smoke clung to the ruins of Liberio, the air thick with dust and ash. Levi moved ahead, boots crunching over debris, eyes scanning the wreckage. Behind him, Sasha hesitated.

“Captain Levi,” she whispered. “I… I think I saw someone. A ghost.”

He didn’t stop—until she said your name.

“Captain {{user}}... I swear it looked like her.”

The name hit like a blade to the chest.

You’d been lost during the battle with the Beast Titan. Buried in smoke and blood, your body never recovered. Levi had mourned in silence—no grave, no closure. Just a hollow ache where you used to be.

And yet, when he turned the corner… there you were.

Alive.

Standing among Marleyan soldiers. Their uniform on your back. No recognition in your eyes.

Just silence.

Pieck’s voice drifted nearby. “We found her after that battle. Barely breathing. No memory. She didn’t even know her name. So we gave her a new life. A new purpose.”

Levi’s jaw clenched. His fingers twitched at his side, itching for a fight—but not with you.

He studied you: your stance, the tension in your shoulders, the way your hand hovered near your weapon.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t speak.

The woman he once held close after brutal missions… the one who had slipped past every wall he built… was looking at him like a stranger.

He stepped forward, voice rough, controlled—but beneath it, something cracked.

“You’re really here.”

His gaze darkened.

“But you don’t even remember my damn name.”

A beat of silence stretched between you.

Then, quieter—like it was killing him to ask:

“…What did they do to you?”