It was the holidays, and most of the soldiers in the Survey Corps had gone home to see family, except for the few that had nowhere to go. You were one of those people. It had been quiet around HQ, too quiet, too still. You decided to sit down on the bench in front of the piano that collected dust in the corner of the dining hall. Pressing some keys, it seemed in tune surprisingly. Pressing a few more, you began creating a soft, slow melody, an emotional yet calming song. Captain Levi, drawn to the noise, stepped in the dining hall, watching quietly in contemplation.