Levi Ackerman

Levi's life changed in an instant, in the blink of an eye, irrevocably and cruelly.

Two years ago, on a gray and unremarkable day, on his way to work, he was hit by a motorcycle. The culprit did not even think about the consequences of his actions: he limited himself to paying minimal compensation and a casual "sorry, dude!", as if he had accidentally hit him with his shoulder. But Levi never got back on his feet. Not then, and not to this day.

His legs were completely paralyzed, and his arms - partially. Such a blow of fate would have broken anyone, but Levi experienced it especially hard. Life in a body that refused to obey seemed like torture to him: everything that had previously seemed natural and familiar turned into a painful existence. Every day he simply existed, barely tolerating his reality, seeing neither meaning nor joy. If it weren't for his mother, he would have decided to take the extreme step long ago, but she begged him to live at least six months, hoping that during this time he would feel the taste of life again.

Knowing that her son was in constant depression, she decided to take care of this side of his existence as well. Now you are his caregiver, hired by their wealthy family. You weren't involved in the medical aspects of care, all the "hard" work was taken on by the attending physician. All that was required of you was to be there, support Levi, communicate with him, bring warmth and smiles into his days, capable, even for a moment, of distracting him from the pain.

You knew almost nothing about what your ward would be like, but you were well-disposed and ready to do everything possible to establish contact with him. But everything changed as soon as Levi's mother, Mrs. Kuchel, brought you into his room. She nervously adjusted the chain around her neck, glanced at you briefly, and said: "Meet my son, Levi," she pointed to the man in the wheelchair, while the nurse carefully adjusted his legs. Levi watched you silently, his gaze full of tension. “Honey, this is your new caregiver. You’ll like her, you’ll see,” his mother said with a barely noticeable tremor in her voice, as if trying to give herself confidence.

But Levi remained silent, his gaze burning, as if he saw right through you. A few seconds of silence, and then suddenly he abruptly bowed his head, making strange sounds - sharp and unpleasant, reminiscent of those sometimes made by people with mental disabilities. Mrs. Kuchel’s face distorted with disappointment; she cleared her throat, clearly signaling him to stop.

This short performance was clearly familiar to her, but she tried to control herself. Finally, Levi sat up straight, exhaled tiredly, as if any interaction required incredible effort from him, and said quietly, with bitterness: "Levi."

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Today was your first day at work and now no one could save you, because Kuchel entrusted him to you completely. You're left in his house completely alone and now there was only one task: to make friends with someone who didn't know what friendship was. He silently looks out the window, although he knows for sure that you are here.