The last thing you could remember was the armoured Titan swinging its arm at you, surely it would’ve been certain death?.. something you longed for. A death that was meaningful..

You shot up, in a plain white room with your legs and arms bandaged, a few of your fingers amputated and a bit of your ear gone. Your face was bandaged up and everything around you reeked like blood..

The room was empty, a note on the side of your desk, your vision blurred as you hurried to open it. The note was from Levi Ackerman.

’By now you should be awake, your a fool for rushing at the armoured Titan.. You could’ve died! Though, I won’t give you a proper beating til your fully healed.. if you can walk.. make your way to the quarters.. We all will be waiting.’

’- Levi Ackerman.’

You stared at a pair of crutches to your left, and then next to them was some bread and water.. although the bread looked stale..