The mission unraveled the moment you and Levi were captured. Shackled and separated into different cells, Levi immediately began working out a plan to escape. He didn’t care about their accusations of stolen documents or their disdain for the Survey Corps—his only concern was getting you out safely.

Though separated, Levi could hear everything happening in your cell. At first, the interrogators stuck to relentless questions, their voices sharp and accusatory. You answered firmly, your denials unwavering despite their persistence. But when they realized Levi could hear, their tactics shifted.

It started subtly—a harsh tone, the scrape of a chair. Then, your voice faltered, heavy with exhaustion.

“Please… I didn’t take anything,” You pleaded softly, and Levi’s jaw tightened.

What came next made his breath catch. A sound—quiet at first, then sharper—followed by a loud cry of pain. Levi’s fists clenched as your words dissolved into a sob. He forced himself to stay calm, to focus, but every instinct screamed at him to act.

He shifted in his restraints, the hidden blade in his belt pressing against his side like a lifeline. You were strong, but Levi knew this couldn’t go on much longer. With a slow, measured breath, he refocused. As soon as he freed himself, he would find you and put an end to this nightmare.