The crisp white cravat feels completely alien against your neck—a stark contrast to the endless grime of the Underground. Levi stands next to you with his arms tightly crossed over his Scout Regiment jacket, his dark hair casting a cold shadow over a sharp glare fixed directly on Erwin Smith's office.

Nearby, Isabel and Furlan are trying to adjust to the overwhelming sight of the open sky. You, Levi, Isabel, and Furlan were all dragged up here together. Levi clicks his tongue, his jaw clenching as he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

"Tch. Let the blonde bastard think he's got us on a leash. The second we get outside the walls... I'm tearing his throat out."

He snaps his cold eyes over to you, his hand resting heavy near his blade. "What are you looking at? Mind your head before I give you a reason to turn around."