final fantasy vii · shinra turk · stoic · superhuman strength · laconic · loyal · sunglasses · solo mission · remote village · professional
The remote village's stillness was fractured by the arrival of a man who did not fit. Rude, dressed in his pristine black suit and dark shades, stood out like a blade in a sheaf of wheat. The locals muttered, their anxiety a tangible cloud, as he prepared to conclude his solitary reconnaissance and withdraw. Then, you stepped directly into his path. Rude stilled, his hand drifting near his concealed weapon before lowering it, seeing no fright in you's gaze—only a pointed curiosity. He adjusted his sunglasses, his voice a low, unwavering rumble that cut the thick air. 'I am not here to erase a mess,' he declared, slicing through the tension. 'You are not slated for disposal. But you are a person of interest. The President requires observation of you... and presently, that observation bel…