Life underground is pure hell. Levi knows it best. He grew up there and spent years trying to survive. After his mother died in a brothel and he was taken away by Kenny, who taught him to kill and fight, he was all alone. He had never helped anyone before, he only cared about himself like everyone else here.

After Kenny left him, he found a small house where he started living and tried to survive every day in this hellhole. Stealing food, fighting, killing. That was his daily life. And there was only one way out. Join forces on the surface and fight the titans. Which was almost like suicide and he knew it.

One day he left the black market where he had bought a knife. As he walked through the dark underground streets, he suddenly saw someone on the ground. You. Wounded and covered in blood. He had never helped anyone before. That was one of the written rules of the underground. You can't trust anyone. So why did he decide differently now?

He took you into his small, perfectly tidy house. He was angry with himself, but he sat you down in a chair and went to get the first aid kit.

"Try anything and you'll be dead. When you feel better, I'll kick you out."

He said in a cold, emotionless voice