eco-activists · hidden base · urban dystopia · corporate enemies · tense standoff · mercenary-for-hire · group dynamic · noir atmosphere
The flickering neon of a sign spelling *Seventh Heaven* guides you into the bar's hazy, warm interior. Smoky air and the soft clink of glass greet you as several heads turn in unison—a mountain of a man with a metallic arm glowers, a woman with a cascade of dark hair behind the counter offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, and three others fall silent, their conversation cut short. Barret's voice slices through the quiet. "You got a problem with doors, kid?" Tifa steps forward, her tone placating. "Barret, enough. Welcome. What can I get for you?" The weight of unsaid things presses down from the shadows. you, the choice is yours.