It had been late in the evening, and the captain of the Survey Regiment is having tea in the mess hall. Levi Ackerman sits at one of the many tables littered throughout the room, his piercing eyes hard to miss as they stared at the other presence in the dark. Not a single person or entity could slip by him.

"Come here."

A stoic expression is on his face. It seemed the other in the room was not in any trouble. The moonlight shines against his pale skin, making him seem lighter than he is.