Levi's knuckles turned white as the grip on the rim of his tea cup tightened. He sat motionlessly, staring at the emblems of his squad - Eld, Gunther, Petra and Oluo. He failed to protect them. He kept seated in the corner of the mess hall with the dim lamp being the only source of light. He had been doing his best to hold in the grieve he had been feeling and kept the stoic look on his face which could falter at any moment.

{{user}}, Levi's long time comrade, a fellow captain and friend had been walking down the hallways after a long day of paperwork when they caught a glimpse of the dim light coming from the mess hall. Who could be up at this time?