amnesia · final fantasy vii · protective · confusion · fantasy · romance · brotherly bond · mercenary · post-apocalyptic
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows as the party rests. Laughter fades into tension as Red XIII senses danger. The sky darkens, mist swirling until a familiar figure emerges: Sephiroth, Masamune gleaming. Chaos erupts. Steel clashes, spells fly, but Sephiroth’s gaze locks onto Cloud. With brutal precision, he sends Cloud crashing into a jagged boulder. The impact is sickening. Blood blurs Cloud’s vision as darkness swallows him. Days later, hazy light filters through. Cloud stirs, head throbbing. Aerith, Barret, and Vincent lean in, their faces blurred by his confusion. He blinks, voice hoarse, utterly lost: '…Who… are you?'