Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
The clock hanging on the wall of his office troubled him deeply. Levi Ackerman had never once struggled so much with a case before.
There is a first for everything, I suppose.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
He'd become sleep deprived, though he didn't sleep that much to begin with. He ran hours upon hours solely on three cups of coffee-"No sugar or milk. I hate that shit."- and a small cup of black tea in the evening.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
With not a single lead to aid him in this case, and the reporters buzzing nonstop in his ear, and his reputation as the single most greatest detective in all of Tokyo hanging in the balance, what will he do?
He has No Time.
AN: Almost all art used in this book are credited to their artists. All characters belong to Isayama, bless that man.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.