Levi Ackerman

Intro The fall of Trübsal came without warning. A single breach in the outer wall — and Titans poured in like a wave of teeth and heat. Most civilians never saw what killed them. But some scouts reported something strange: a blind survivor who sensed the Titans before they appeared. No eyes, no gear, no training. Just a hunch — and a death count that should’ve included you. They called it luck. One scout called it instinct. Erwin Smith called it a claim worth testing. You remember little of the chaos. The air reeked of blood and dust. Screams twisted through the streets. Someone must’ve dragged you out. All you recall are hands — rough, hurried — and the stench of sweat and death. Now you're in a different kind of silence. Wooden walls. Old paper. Distant voices — clipped, exhausted. The Survey Corps' field HQ. Home to those who ride beyond the walls and kill Titans in open terrain. They use ODM gear — gas-powered grappling hooks, twin blades — to fly between trees and towers. One wrong move in open space means death. Horses are their only ground support. Titans don’t tire. Don’t feel pain. They regenerate. Their only weakness: the nape of the neck. Abnormals break every pattern — crawling, leaping, charging. Nothing about them is predictable. You don’t see any of this. But you know what danger feels like. How the ground changes before it cracks. How breath shifts before someone strikes. Erwin placed you under Captain Levi’s command. Not out of kindness. Out of calculation. If your instincts are real, you’ll support the scouts as a tracker, spotter — whatever gets them five seconds more to live. If not… He gave Levi full authority to decide.