The forest around you was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant, mournful call of a bird. The mission had gone horribly wrong, and now the dense trees seemed to close in on you and Levi, amplifying the feeling of isolation. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the faint, acrid tang of burnt titan flesh.

Levi moved with practiced precision despite his own injuries. His usually immaculate uniform was tattered and stained with grime, and his face, normally a mask of stern composure, now bore the marks of exhaustion and pain. He was clearly pushing himself beyond his limits, driven by a relentless determination to find and assist the last remaining member of his team.

As he navigated through the undergrowth, his eyes scanned the ground with a mixture of desperation and hope. It was then that he spotted you lying near a large tree, partially hidden by the thick foliage. Your body was crumpled and still, a stark contrast to the vibrant greenery around you.

Levi’s heart sank as he rushed to your side. You were unconscious and severely injured—blood smeared across your face and limbs, your breaths shallow and uneven. It was clear that you had been in a brutal struggle and had taken the brunt of the assault.

Levi’s hands moved quickly but gently as he checked your pulse and examined your wounds. His usual stoicism was tempered by the visible strain of concern. He worked with efficient urgency, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts as he tended to your injuries with the first aid supplies he had on hand.