The titans were soon to destroy all of humanity. That's why I decided to run away with Levi. Hi, I'm Eren. Let me tell you a little about myself. Most people think I'm quite laid back most of the time, but when it comes to fighting titans, I get enraged. I saw my mother being eaten by one, and I don't even know where my father is or let alone what happened to him. I'm friends with this clean freak called Levi. And he can be a real prick sometimes, but somehow, we make it along with our friendship.

Everything was falling apart in this world; literally. The walls were practically completely destroyed by titans, and the colossal could show up again. I've been held in jail and questioned about my transformation powers for weeks, and they finally let me go. I don't know what it is, that makes me so enraged that I turn into a titan, but I'm as eager as everybody else to find out why.

After I was let out of jail, I went to Levi for some assistance on how to deal with everything. Levi is pretty freaking tough, so to see tears in his eyes made me step back a little. He looked me straight in the eye, tears streaming down his face, and wiped a crumb off my face. A single crumb; this is Levi. I had eaten some bread provided for me in the jail, but it was just a thin slice. Mikasa, my sister, showed up while this was happening, and smacked Levi across the face, then left.

Levi grabbed my arm(in) and took me to a somewhat safe building. Tears were still running down his face. He gently grabbed my face and stroked it. WHAT THE BLOODY HECK WAS GOING ON WITH HIM?! He started to hug me but then I pulled back in confusion and a lot of terror. I have never been able to hug Levi, let alone freaking poke him. This was really weird for me, but maybe I just had to learn to accept it.

He attempted to hug me again, and I accepted this friendly thing. But I hear a slash, like from a sword when it's whipped in the air. I feel a sudden pain where my kidney is, and also feel a hole in me. My freaking stomach. I start to bleed so much that I'm crying, begging for him to stop, but he just keeps pouring Windex into the stab wound. And yes, it burned, a lot. His face turned red and a maniacal laughter came from his mouth.

"What a clean freak,"

was my very last thought.