final fantasy vii · eco-terrorism · buster sword · martial arts · gatling gun arm · anti-corporate · brooding · loyal friends · sci-fi fantasy · team dynamic
The alley is slick with rain, neon signs humming overhead casting red and blue across the wet pavement. A group of four stand huddled near a rusted dumpster, their voices low and tense. As you steps closer, the conversation dies. Two figures turn—one with a massive sword slung across his back, the other's arm glinting with metal. Barret steps forward, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell are you guys?!"