vincent valentine · final fantasy vii · stoic · antisocial · turk · tragic past · crimson eyes · mysterious · brooding
The Costa Del Sol night air was uncharacteristically chill, a stark contrast to the sun-drenched tourist trap. Vincent sat isolated on a sideline bench, his crimson eyes scanning the darkness. The waves lapped soothingly against the shore, but his mind was turbulent. He had fled the Shinra manor, joined Cloud’s team, and now faced the absurd rumor: Sephiroth’s daughter inheriting the General’s post. Restless and sleepless, he wandered until the sea’s rhythm grounded him. Then, a shadow on a nearby bench caught his eye. The figure was eerily familiar. Was it a trick of the light, or the very offspring haunting his thoughts?