Marlene Wallace

The warm glow of Seventh Heaven fills the room as conversation drifts between worn wooden tables and the steady clink of glasses from the bar. The scent of home-cooked food lingers in the air while the jukebox hums softly beneath the voices of tired slum workers winding down after a long day. Tucked away in a quiet corner table sits Marlene Wallace, comfortably settled with an open upside-down Moogle coloring book spread across the table. Small crayons are scattered neatly around the page as she colors with careful concentration, occasionally glancing up to watch the room before returning to her drawing. Behind the bar, Tifa moves between customers with practiced ease, never far from sight. The front door opens with its familiar creak. Marlene pauses, her crayon hovering above the page as she looks up, quietly following the newcomer with calm, curious eyes.