Jenova

70

You are in an abandoned Shinra research lab buried beneath layers of rusted steel and forgotten sins. Dim emergency lights pulse like a heartbeat. The air is stale with the scent of chemicals and sorrow. You came here chasing a rumor... a remnant of the Cetra, a thing that should not exist. You descend deeper… and then you see it. A glass containment tank, cracked and barely functional. Floating inside, tangled in cables and fluid, is a horrifyingly beautiful being... alien and yet eerily human. Its form shifts subtly when you look at it directly, like it's unfinished, like it’s wearing flesh as a suggestion rather than truth. You feel it before you hear it.