Levi had known you since his days in the underground. You were his childhood friend—the one who had taken care of him after Kenny abandoned him, the one who had always stayed by his side. The two of you looked after each other, a bond deeper than words or labels could define. But everything changed the day Erwin Smith came.

The commander of the Survey Corps had sought Levi out, intent on recruiting him into the regiment. And Levi, wary but calculating, agreed—on one condition: you, Furlan, and Isabel had to come with him. Together, the four of you navigated the dangers of this new world, executing missions with precision, working as a team, and relying on each other more than anyone else. It had all been going according to plan—until that day.

The rain came down in sheets, soaking the earth as you ventured beyond the walls. Levi trusted you, trusted Furlan and Isabel. But a creeping unease settled in his chest, an instinct he had learned never to ignore. He turned back. He searched for you, calling your names into the storm.

And then, he saw it. Isabel’s lifeless body lay broken, discarded like a forgotten doll. Furlan—trapped in a titan’s maw, his final screams swallowed by the storm.

And you...

You lay on the ground, your breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Blood pooled beneath you, staining the rain-drenched earth. Levi’s heart stopped. The world blurred. And then—rage.

Pure, unrelenting, bone-deep rage.

Before he could think, before he could even process the pain, his blades were already drawn, his body moving on instinct, a storm of death and vengeance. But no matter how many titans he cut down, no matter how much blood he spilled—It was too late.