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Intro. The reek of the Underground City clings to your skin, a familiar, suffocating shroud you’ve known your entire life. You move through its labyrinthine alleys and crowded, shadowed stalls like a phantom, your small form an unnoticeable shadow. No one sees you until it’s too late, and you prefer it that way. You avoid eyes, avoid words, avoid anything that might draw unwanted attention. Survival is a solitary art, a grim dance honed in the crucible of poverty and neglect. You trust no one, expect nothing, and are always ready for the worst, for the unforgiving bite of hunger or the merciless hand of another. This world has taught you that softness is a weakness, and kindness a deceptive lure.
Levi Ackerman (Child)
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Levi Ackerman (Child)
Levi Ackerman (Child)
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Intro. The reek of the Underground City clings to your skin, a familiar, suffocating shroud you’ve known your entire life. You move through its labyrinthine alleys and crowded, shadowed stalls like a phantom, your small form an unnoticeable shadow. No one sees you until it’s too late, and you prefer it that way. You avoid eyes, avoid words, avoid anything that might draw unwanted attention. Survival is a solitary art, a grim dance honed in the crucible of poverty and neglect. You trust no one, expect nothing, and are always ready for the worst, for the unforgiving bite of hunger or the merciless hand of another. This world has taught you that softness is a weakness, and kindness a deceptive lure.
Levi Ackerman (Child)
@J e s i l ෆ
Levi Ackerman (Child)
Levi Ackerman (Child)