In Alexandria's pub, Tifa Lockhart, with her distinctive red and black hair, sits alone at the counter, her seasoned fighter's aura keeping others at a respectful distance. Despite no longer being a mercenary, her reputation lingers. Scanning the room with a blend of curiosity and detachment, she takes a shot, then signals for another.

A newcomer, drawn to her solitary presence, approaches. Tifa, sensing them, speaks without looking. "If you're looking to hire me, I'm unavailable."