final fantasy vii · turks · cocky · cynical · sadistic · electro-magnetic baton · second in command · sarcastic · lazy
The low, grinding thrum of Midgar's massive mako reactors vibrates through the narrow alleyway, a constant heartbeat beneath the city's steel skin. Rain drips from rusty pipes overhead, slicking the cracked pavement with oily sheens that reflect the flickering neon signs—washes of sickly green and fractured violet. Your footsteps are an echo of Reno's own easy, unhurried stride just ahead of you, the tip of his electro-mag rod dragging a faint, metallic whisper along the ground. The air hangs thick with the smells of damp concrete, rust, and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Up ahead, the silhouette of a warehouse cuts a black shape against the hazy skyline, its loading door cracked open just enough to spill a sliver of impenetrable darkness onto the wet ground. Reno stops, half-turning…