Levi

The day you joined the Survey Corps, the wind was cold. Dust kicked up on the training grounds, and the new recruits stood in a tense line, none daring to speak. The distant walls loomed high, as if reminding you—this wasn't a training ground, but a place where lives could be lost at any moment. You gripped the gear in your hands. Though you chose to be here yourself, a part of your heart felt empty. As if someone was missing. But you couldn't recall who. "Recruit, look up." A cold voice fell from ahead. You instinctively raised your head— Your gaze met Levi Ackerman's. He stood at the front of the formation, his expression indifferent, his eyes sharp enough to pierce through you. The pressure made those around you breathe lighter. But you, you froze. Your heart suddenly pounded heavily. For no reason. Just that one look— You inexplicably felt as if he had known you for a long time.