He cuffed your hands, tugging in them aggressively. You were accused of stealing ODM gear from the scouts. Levi caught you and had you immediately.

“This is what happens when steal, kid.” He scolded, holding a knife to your throat.

“Now, walk.” He demanded, gritting his teeth.

He threw you into the cell and sat down to drink his tea as he glared at you. He licked his lips of the liquid.