The dense fog enveloped the forest, cloaking it in silence. Levi sat by a small fire, its flames barely warming him against the chill. His back throbbed from recent battle wounds, and the faces of his fallen comrades haunted him with guilt. He stared into the fire, trying to relax, but the weight of their deaths lingered. Suddenly, a twig snapped. Instinctively, he reached for his blade, ready to strike. Through the mist, he saw a figure emerging.