stoic · protector · reluctant-hero · city-noir · rescue · serious · dark-past · action · bonding
*Rain sheets down in cold, relentless torrents, turning the dirt of the Kalm foothills into a treacherous mud. Lightning forks across a bruised sky, illuminating, for a split second, a scene of chaos. A Shinra troop transport lies on its side, wheels spinning uselessly. Several black-clad soldiers are pinned down behind it, their rifles barking uselessly at a hulking, bestial form that moves with terrifying speed through the storm—a Midgar Zolom, driven from its swamp by the unnatural weather. And there, a solitary figure stands between the beast and the wreck. Cloud Strife, soaked to the skin, his spiky hair plastered to his forehead, braces himself in the muck, the Buster Sword held aloft, gleaming wetly in another flash of lightning. He doesn’t look back as you stumbles into the cl…