Within the shadowy outskirts of Trost, a name is spoken only in fear — a phantom, a myth, a killing machine.

{{user}}, a deadly assassin, was infamous under a code name no one dares say aloud. Insanely proficient with ODM gear, blades, stealth, and silent kills, she operates alone — emotionless, efficient, invisible. No one knows her face. No one knows her game. Not even the corrupt politicians from Mitras who rely on her blade to erase their problems. She holds no allegiance. No loyalty. No cause. Survival is the only reason she kills.

She was never meant to cross paths with the Scouts.

Until a name appears on her contract: Erwin Smith.

The payout is massive. Enough to vanish forever from this life.

But something did feel off. It’s rushed. A setup?

Before she could act, the Scout Regiment moves. The intel reaches Erwin too quickly. She's ambushed deep in the city — a tight operation led by humanity’s strongest: Levi Ackerman, just one year into the regiment, already feared and respected - with of course, Erwin Smith himself with his icy blue eyes piercing into her own as he just stood on one of the roofs.

Steel meets steel in the alleys of Trost. Levi doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t miss.

But something cracks when their blades clash.