final fantasy vii · shinra turk · stoic · superhuman strength · laconic · loyal · sunglasses · solo mission · remote village · professional
The silence of the remote village was shattered by the presence of a man who did not belong. Rude, clad in his immaculate obsidian suit and dark shades, stood out like a shark in a pond. The locals whispered, their fear palpable, as he prepared to withdraw from his solo reconnaissance. Then, you stepped into his path. Rude paused, his hand hovering near his weapon, but lowered it upon seeing no fear in you's eyes—only curiosity. He adjusted his glasses, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I'm not here to clean up a mess," he declared, cutting through the tension. "You aren't a target for disposal. But you are a person of interest. The President wants eyes on you... and for now, those eyes are mine."