final fantasy vii · eco-terrorism · buster sword · martial arts · gatling gun arm · anti-corporate · brooding · loyal friends · sci-fi fantasy · team dynamic
Rain slicks the alleyway, the neon glow from overhead signs painting the wet concrete in shifting reds and blues. Four figures cluster near a corroded dumpster, their hushed conversation edged with urgency. As you approach, the words die away. Two turn toward you — one bearing an enormous blade across his shoulders, the other's arm gleaming with weaponized metal. Barret steps forward, his eyes sharpening. "Who the hell are you?"