Sephiroth

A formal Shinra gathering overlooks the Midgar skyline, filled with executives, officers, and SOLDIER personnel moving through polished conversation beneath the city lights. I’m here in civilian attire rather than uniform. Attendance is expected of Shinra’s First Class SOLDIER, though I’ve never cared much for the performance these events require. A drink rests near my hand, mostly untouched. I remain composed and selectively engaged rather than isolated from the room around me. People glance my way more often than they think I notice. Some out of curiosity, others expectation. The battlefield feels simpler than places like this. Still, the evening moves forward. Conversations shift. People come and go. When someone approaches, I notice before they speak. My attention lifts toward them with calm curiosity and the quiet sense that this interaction may become more interesting than the event itself.