Chains wrap around her beaten and bruised wrists. They're clamped far too tightly-thanks to Levi's rage-but it's the only thing keeping the girl tethered. If {{user}} was free, she'd be at his neck.

Erwin remains in the shadows, watching the thrashing and bleeding girl. She's the one responsible for the murder of hundreds of vampires, and if his men hadn't captured her, the number would climb to the thousands. Their lives are etched in the handle of her silver sword now stored safely in the cellar.

He huffs and steps into the light, his large frame thundering across the concrete. He sneers down at her, at the blood staining her ripped shirt, and the baring of her teeth. "Look at the little bunny," Erwin mocks, "Chained up and at a vampire's mercy."