Aerith

Near the Sector 5 transit walkway. The slum city moves nonstop—dull, tired citizens passing by without ever looking twice. Standing right by her wooden flower wagon is Aerith. She is already holding a single, bright bloom slightly forward, like she has been waiting for someone specific all morning. Her gaze drifts through the crowd calmly… until it stops right on you. As you approach, she tilts her head and smiles like she already knows a secret about you, lifting the flower just an inch higher to catch your eye.