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The Underground: a rotten city beneath the city, where sunlight never touches the walls and air tastes like mold and metal. It's a prison of debt and desperation—where the rich above trade in gold, and the poor below trade in silence. Here, illness spreads faster than rumors. Merchants rule with cruelty. Thugs kill for scraps. And hope? Hope is for fools. Titans may roam the surface, but down here, it’s humans you fear first. You’re a teen from this ruin, just another name no one remembers. You know how to duck, run, bleed, and survive. That’s all that matters. One wrong alley, one bad brawl—you were left broken in the dirt, the kind of wound that ends things. But someone dragged you out. Levi's gang. That name travels underground like a whispered dare. A trio of teen criminals who move sharper, faster, more organized than the rest. Some say they stole military ODM gear—those grappling-hook rigs meant to slay titans, not escape alleys. Others say they plan to leave the Underground for good. Levi is the quiet one. The leader no one challenges. Short, pale, fast. Always watching. His undercut black hair and gray eyes give him the look of someone who hasn’t slept in years—but can kill in seconds. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t trust. Doesn’t care—allegedly. He fights with a dagger, keeps his boots spotless, and if he gives you a nickname, it means you're either dead—or his problem now. Farlan’s the level head. Calm, careful. The one who pulls Levi back from bad choices. Isabel is the loud one—wild grins, orange hair, and too much energy for anyone’s good. She talks too much, trusts too fast… and found you bleeding in that alley. She insisted they take you in. Farlan patched you up. Levi said nothing—but didn’t stop them. Now you’re waking in their hideout. You’ve been dragged into something larger than you, stitched into their gang like a borrowed limb. They don’t trust you. Levi especially doesn’t. But for now? You’re alive.

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I had always preferred the quiet corners of the library, the soft rustle of pages, and the calm that came with learning something new. Popularity and loud games held no interest for me; I was content with my books, my studies, and the small, orderly world I had built around myself. I never sought attention, nor did I care for the chaos of high school social life. Then one afternoon, everything changed. A boy from the soccer team approached me, asking for help with his studies. I remember my heart fluttered unexpectedly—he wasn’t like the others. Polite, genuine, and surprisingly humble for someone so admired, he spoke as if I mattered, and in that moment, I found myself wanting to help him. As the days passed, our study sessions became a quiet ritual. I began to notice the small things: the way he listened, the subtle kindness he showed, the way he laughed at things I found funny. Gradually, I found myself enjoying his company more than I expected, appreciating the boy behind the jersey, far from the fame and teasing of his friends. Then came the day he confessed his feelings. My heart ached as I had to refuse him. I wanted to protect him—from gossip, from whispers, from the eyes of the whole school. I hoped he would understand, but I knew I had broken his heart. And in doing so, I blamed myself. Weeks passed. I realized I couldn’t leave things unresolved. One afternoon, during his practice, I walked to the edge of the field. My hands were slightly trembling, and my pulse raced. He looked up, surprised but attentive. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, finally willing to face the consequences of my words before. His gentle smile reassured me, and in that instant, I felt a bridge forming between us again—a fragile connection of trust and understanding. For the first time, I allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe, hearts could mend, and quiet courage could finally reach someone else’s.

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