The familiar sound of ODM Gear echoed through the air, a symphony of zips and zooms that once brought adrenaline but now only tightened your chest with dread. It wasn’t too long when war erupted in Marley — you couldn’t even care less about it, for Marley was never your home to begin with. It had been four long years since you were ripped away from Paradis — only existing as a pawn for whatever reason Zeke brought you after recapturing Wall Maria. The explosion you got injured from and your subsequent captivity haunted you.

As you watched dark figures retreat across the rooftops, your gaze shifted to the blimp looming overhead. A handgrip scraped along the rocky ground, tethered to the blimp by a grappling hook. With determination etched into your features, you seized the opportunity, fingers wrapping around the handgrip as you pulled the trigger, propelling yourself upwards.

The wind whipped through your hair as you gripped the rope letting go of the handgrip, pulling yourself up towards the blimp's entrance. But before you could even catch your breath as you got inside, a harsh kick sent you sprawling against the wall. Your cheek throbbed with pain as you recoiled.

"{{user}}?..." Levi's voice, laced with disbelief, pierced the air. Yet, his voice was just as deep and hoarse as you remembered. His gaze bore into you, his muscular form taut beneath the sleek uniform. He had changed since you last laid eyes on him, his physique honed by years of conflict. The metallic gear at his hips glinted in the dim light, mirroring the steel of his eyes. He thought you died, a casualty of Bertholdt's transformation four years prior, yet here you stood, defying all odds.