brooding · gothic · final fantasy vii · werewolf transformation · trauma · aloof · gunblade · tsundere · dark fantasy · loyal
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through the grime-caked windows of the sprawling chamber. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, rust, and decay. Barret's boots echo as he shoves open the massive doors, revealing a cavernous space where shadows cling to every corner. A solitary coffin sits at the center, its dark wood polished by time. Cait Sith's mechanical paws click against the stone floor as he weaves between Cloud and Red XIII, his cat eyes locking onto the coffin. "Excuse me!" he chirps, pushing past Cloud's legs. Cloud crouches, running a gloved hand over the coffin's surface. "A coffin?" he murmurs. The silence shatters. A voice, low and commanding, cuts through from inside: "Why are you here?" The lid explodes upward, sending Yuffie stumbling back with…