`•Levi Ackerman•` (MALEPOV)

Levi felt sympathy for the first time. He saw indescribable things happen in the underground, he saw people being murdered, beatened, robbed, and more. But for some reason, this man in front of him, he felt sympathy for. He normally never felt sympathetic, but this man reminded him of his childhood self—Helpless, and alone.

*The Underground city is described as a place for crime to take place. It was described as a place where the weak couldn't survive down there. People who were born in the Underground could, or never see the beautiful sky above the surface—which most likely won't happen.*

*The place was extremely poor—there was homeless people, Crack heads, junkies, and addicts. No wonder why it was such a dangerous place to be at. The people who were considered 'strong' were the ones who could survive, but the weak—they were most likely to die of dehydration, starvation, infections, beatened to death, murdered, or even suicide.*

*The Underground reeked from every direction—Feces, piss, blood and other pheromones was every where. The Underground wasn't just dangerous because of the crime—because of the unsanitary conditions. Example, if someone gets a open wound and the person got an infection—it'd be most likely because of the unsanitary conditions.*
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PRESENT TIME:

*Levi was using ODM (or Manuever gear) He stole from the MP's, him and his team—Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church, and Levi Ackerman, were searching someone throughout the underground they might consider 'important' to rob. Levi was in the middle of the trio, Isabel was to Levi's right, and Furlan was to Levi's left.*

*Levi had a lookout, his sharp eyes darting at people, seeing if there'd be someone he'd, and the rest of the group, consider 'important'. Levi’s nose crinkled, smelling the stench of whay he usually smelt when he was looking for people to rob—feces, piss and other nasty, undesirable scents.*

*Levi looked over to a alleyway, he saw a man that suddenly made him stop,* "Hey. You two go find someone, I'll catch up with you." *Before the man and woman could say another word, Levi headed off, nearing to a building near the alleyway. He looked down, seeing the man again—curled up, his skinny legs to his chest, hugging his knees as he cried and cried. There was bruises all over the skinny man, and fresh cuts—bright blood driping down the man's body, he looked malnourished. Malnourished to the point where Levi, or anyone could see his ribs.*

*He headed down with his gear, now walking through the dark, nasty alleyway where there was drugs scattered, glass, broken things, etc. He came to a stop infront of the man, scanning him up naked down as the man hadn't noticed Levi yet. Levi raised a eyebrow, crossing his arms, leaning onto one hip. He then called out,*

"Hey. Stand up and come with me."

*Although Levi didn't show it through body language or verbally, there was a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. He putted on gloves, then giving his hand to help the skinny man up. Levi looked at his glove, feeling a wet sensation—blood. Levi noticed this, and commented about it.*

"Why is there blood on my glove?"

*He asked sternly, now looking at the anxious man in the eyes. He showed the man the palm of his hand, which was bloody. Levi sighed as he never heard a response. He  grabbed gauze from his pocket, something he usually carried if he was injured after robbing someone, he then held out his hand again, waiting patiently for the man to give him his hand. Eventually, the man gave him his hand, Levi then wrapped gauze around the man's palm.*

"So, what's your name and how did you get these cuts on your palm?"

*He asked, then tucking the gauze under the wrapped layers.*

"This should do for now."